Title: Awkward Silences
By: CypressArtemis
Summary: 100+ years of living together, they were bound to have some embarrassing yet touching moments.
Pick Your Poison
He just stands there.
Eyes ahead, mouth closed, disinterest marring his notably handsome and stoic features.
The other nobles are cloistered around him like he is the one and only almighty being and them his flock.
Words are spoken, but not from him.
Oh no.
He refuses even to look at her and the thought that he would even bother to speak to her is absurd to the point of laughing, though she knows her place and proceeds with tightly drawn lips.
To speak he would have to acknowledge that she is there and they certainly couldn't have that.
She stands there in silence as she is presented with this good news.
This magnificent offer.
This stoic emotionless almighty being, ominous as a forthcoming thundercloud in darkened skies. He looms foreboding, silent and deadly, and so very unpredictable.
And just like any thunderhead, just when she thinks it's safe, that she is in the clear, he strikes.
Not with words, but with a glance.
Cold dull greys flicker sideways for only an instant, but it's long enough to pierce her frightened and confused violet ones.
It is a look that makes her wonder if she should quiver in timidity or scream in outrage.
She bites her tongue and chooses to lower her eyes as they shimmer with unshed tears in this very awkward moment.
Yes or no.
She cannot decide.
The doors burst open, her friend excitedly ranting runs in and she glances at him.
The nobles are displeased and her face twinges pink despite the gravity of the situation.
They make to leave and she watches them go as Renji watches the Kuchiki lord advancing in his direction.
Renji watches as he takes note of the important mass flooding from the room, eyes locked on the young lord.
He is tall, towering over her small stature, and when he walks he glides across the floor with all the grace and elegance of a coryphée.
His spirt pressure is immense even when suppressed, but as he passes the red head he allows a quaint majority to spill forth.
The brown hues of the student cannot meet his grey ones, cannot measure up to him.
His power, his strength, his wealth are all unsurpassable to this mere ignorant brat with the nerve to even consider catching his eyes.
He passes and the man trembles.
She sees this.
Good.
He alone can protect her and this… boy dare not stand in his way.
Author's Note: Drabbles are really not my thing so I'm sorry if this is lousy, but thanks for reading anyway.