Title: Tendency Tones
Author: Norrowa
Pairing/Characters: Byakuya, Hisana, light Hisana/Byakuya
Rating: G
Warnings: Well, first off, because Hisana's only part in Bleach is as a memory and a photograph, my interpretation of her is largely made from scratch. Apart from that, no real warnings.
Word Count: 1532
Author's Note: Written for prompt 11, "standing to defend you".
There was a tense edge to the murmured conversations—something beneath the inconsequential small talk. The scene was, to Byakuya, a more than familiar one: the room, with its high ceilings and smooth wooden surfaces and expensive furniture; the people, in their fine colourful robes and their fine frozen expressions. He was acutely aware of Hisana's presence at his elbow, short and strange and somehow exotic with her natural expressions and curious eyes—exotic, and not wholly in a comfortable way. Byakuya was doubly aware of the silence that lay heavily between them. The right conversational machete eluded him, not that he was looking.
"Tell me, do you have a problem with someone being from Rukongai? I assure you, it's not a contagious condition."
Author: Norrowa
Pairing/Characters: Byakuya, Hisana, light Hisana/Byakuya
Rating: G
Warnings: Well, first off, because Hisana's only part in Bleach is as a memory and a photograph, my interpretation of her is largely made from scratch. Apart from that, no real warnings.
Word Count: 1532
Author's Note: Written for prompt 11, "standing to defend you".
There was a tense edge to the murmured conversations—something beneath the inconsequential small talk. The scene was, to Byakuya, a more than familiar one: the room, with its high ceilings and smooth wooden surfaces and expensive furniture; the people, in their fine colourful robes and their fine frozen expressions. He was acutely aware of Hisana's presence at his elbow, short and strange and somehow exotic with her natural expressions and curious eyes—exotic, and not wholly in a comfortable way. Byakuya was doubly aware of the silence that lay heavily between them. The right conversational machete eluded him, not that he was looking.
"Tell me, do you have a problem with someone being from Rukongai? I assure you, it's not a contagious condition."
