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post-apocalyptic fluff?!
Oct. 19th, 2018 01:52 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
bookslapSo, as it happens, the world(s) had ended. Soul Society, Hueco Mundo - even the Dangai and Hell had collapsed in upon the Living World. Some people - shinigami, humans, quincy, arrancar - lived, most of them died - but it was freeing, in a way. The Gotei 13 had splintered under the pressure, fragmenting off to live as they could.
This, however, is not about the immediate aftermath of that disaster. This is later. Nanao had followed Shunsui out into the new and wild lands, keeping faith in him like how a compass will always know where north is. It had taken weeks, but they had finally found and settled into a shallow valley, with a spring-fed stream. Once upon a time she would have thought of it as idyllic; now it is simply salvation.
Their new home is small; four walls, a roof, and a floor that Nanao is slowly but determinedly paving with flat river stones. Their bed is a pile of blankets over a salvaged persian rug, and they have all of two pots to cook with. But it's enough.
This, however, is not about the immediate aftermath of that disaster. This is later. Nanao had followed Shunsui out into the new and wild lands, keeping faith in him like how a compass will always know where north is. It had taken weeks, but they had finally found and settled into a shallow valley, with a spring-fed stream. Once upon a time she would have thought of it as idyllic; now it is simply salvation.
Their new home is small; four walls, a roof, and a floor that Nanao is slowly but determinedly paving with flat river stones. Their bed is a pile of blankets over a salvaged persian rug, and they have all of two pots to cook with. But it's enough.
