Once he had ran. The pitter-patter of feet resounded within the hall; the rhythm irregular as Uryu’s new-found strength within his legs could carry him only so far. A gasp followed by a woman’s soft encouragement and the sound increased until Ryuken’s eyes mirrored his toddler son’s. At his desk, always at his desk, Ryuken set aside the texts and capped his pen; the burning determination within Uryu’s gaze stole away his breath. Such innocent excitement over something Ryuken had long ago deemed insignificant and petty sparked his own sense of anticipation. It was almost cute. Almost. The corners of his lips cracked, twisting up into a rare smile reserved solely for his small family. It was subtle, not fully stretched across the mouth, but warmed the skin of his face. Reaching out a hand Ryuken beckoned Uryu close, ready for the impending weight upon his lap. 

“Come here.” 

Uryu was quick to oblige. He was sharp for his young age, and Ryuken thought of it with pride. Not only was Uryu clever, but skilled with his hands. While the little present clutched within his son’s hands was awkwardly wrapped; what it contained Ryuken was certain would impress. A pinecone bird feeder? A pet rock? Uryu was always creative and Ryuken was grateful. He was so grateful for his child. Pressing a cheek into Ryuken’s chest, Uryu offered up the gift with a hopeful smile. Holding him close with one hand, the other accepted this gift before bestowing a kiss atop the crown of raven hair. 

“Thank you, Uryu.” 

Thank you for your love; you deserve more than all of this, more than the Quincy, more than me. 

auxiliumheros said: 

"Leave it be.”

auxiliumheros said: 

"There’s no point in a fuss. It’s just another day.”

#WELL SHE MARRIED YOU OUT OF PITY

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