Iceless
“Nobody’s that heartless.” A cold soul; frozen in perfection, frozen for protection.
“Ishida…”
Uryu ignored the pang deep inside the ice filled heart. It dwelled inside his veins. How cold the Soul Society had become, now showing its true identity. Point and shoot. Easy enough to remember. So why tremble? He was encased in it, drawn to the shimmery depths.
“Ishida… Answer me!”
This time he blinked, staring at the only real color in the world. Burnt orange so bright it should be the sun, warm and inviting. The Shinigami’s eyes wide as if not trustin