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The best revenge is to be unlike him who performed the injury.

Marcus Aurelius, Meditations (via deadcyed)

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Still more silence. Vincent’s hearing is far too enhanced for his own good, but somewhere, deep down, he resents not being able to hear her thoughts.

That this woman would so thoroughly examine his person unsettles him more than a little bit.

“Is that who you are, or is it your name?”

       “ ----- who i am? “       a monstru! a creature of monstrous power & no remorse. she remains ever so silent, narrowing her eyes as she sighs.       “ i am a warrior. the title of name i carry is simply a label i do not know about. “

       she lost her humanity long ago, torn from her the moment she gave life.      though how many lives had she torn apart for survival?         tier was a simple, tragic woman that examined & observed.

       “ if i may ask, do you know who you are? what you are? “

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At last, she speaks. It’s a painfully simple question, but a valid one nonetheless. Only this woman could take “what’s your name?” and make it sound like a threat.

“I’m not even sure anymore.” The Galian Beast. Lost Number. Chaos. Vincent’s been called by several different names over the years, to put it simply.

      upon him resided a shadow, not one akin to the other espadas or arrancar.     no, this one had a faint, pulsing light behind it.      whether she would grasp the light to help it shine was undecided.

       the queen would merely watch before uttering a single response.

       “ hmm. “        what more could she say? she was not a kind woman, she was a warrior, a killer.     she slayed without the faintest hint of hesitation.      how could she speak to the unknown man with tenderness when she held none?        “ i am tier harribel. “

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               Now the skyline is inside me                              like a door leading to someone else’s bedroom. 

— Michelle Studdard, from “Revolution,” published in The Journal

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❛ What are you doing out here? ❜

      in that instant, she bows upon hearing the voice of her grace.     the king of kings, the holy entity that delivered her from sin.     with his strength, salvation was moments away. she grants aizen a subtle lift of her head once a moment passed, giving him a show of the back of her neck out of respect.      he could snap her neck in half & she would pay no heed to it.      before long, she stands to her full height to speak.

      “ ----- forgive me, aizen-sama. i simply needed to have some thoughts to myself. i have no displeased you, have i? “      she knows his wrath & knows he is a merciless god.     thankfully she was his hand that strangled the life out of disobedience.        tier would keep her eyes locked on his as she went on.      “ my lord, is there something i can assist you with? “ | | @fraudis-timore

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❛ Are you lost? ❜ Ven had never seen a person so out of place before, in fact, never seen a woman with such attire too. And mindful not to 'stare' at her. But she was awfully beautiful... with a white silence to her. ((Hello there~ ; w ; ))

       lost, in a world covered in bloodshed & terror.      lost in soul & mind.     perhaps she was right to assume someone would notice her. those with higher reiatsu would be able to take notice of her. the other simply caught on quicker than others.      the emerald seas of her eyes turned to the other before examining them.       she had to examine, to monitor, to allow no filfth of sin would touch her divinity.

      before long, she would speak.

        “ ------- no. “     though she knew the other meant no harm, a monster should no meddle with the others.       “ simply watching. “ | | @quiescentgale

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The two have been locked in a staredown for five-odd minutes now; even the socially-inadequate Vincent finds it baffling himself.

Not a word has been spoken; someone will have to speak up sooner or later.

        surely, she should speak.     utter the words of survival printed upon tongue.      yet, the man before her had yet to prove himself to earn such a thing. he was unknown, reiatsu powerful but tainted.

       as though a darkness resided within him.

        a moment of silence turned to her voice breaking it all.       “ ------ your name. what is it? “     her voice was the calmness of the ocean, but the coldness of the water.

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i was made to destroy.

                            —-   not to fix                                     &  not to heal

        but to break,           to conquer,             & to [ kill ]

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It is not enough / To love you. It is not enough to want you destroyed.

Terrance Hayes, from “American Sonnet for My Past and Future Assassin,” published in Poetry (via lifeinpoetry)

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Tier Harribel | Espada No.3

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❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜

      the question had her eyebrows arch, merely taking in the words of the other.      the scars she refused to heal were a message;     YOU FAILED TO SEE THE DEVIL IN DISGUISE.      she failed so horribly so. when they ask about it, the false sun merely remains silent, an emotionless look upon her crown before she spoke.

      “ ----- no. “ | | @welabitchek

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❛ What else can I do? ❜ [ Maybe he played for her randomly, finding her sitting outside of an orchestra hall 8> ]

     such a melody was new to her, for in the deathless, empty lands of hueco mundo;      the only sound was the one of a predator’s feet & prey’s heart.     the music was new, it gave her a momentary peace of mind, making her lean back to take in the sound.      humans were so fascinating.     she gives a small turn of her head the moment the music stops & listens carefully to the man.

      ------- he was gentle, far too kind to a beast like her.

      “ ... perhaps some conversation? “     she would inquire, standing up to her feet to slowly approach the other.      “ ----- this place... is fascinating. if you can, may you tell me more of it? “ | | @harmonious-disarray

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All that my heart longs for,            fulfill.

Sappho, excerpt of Immortal Aphrodite  (via mercurieux)

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I am perfectly aware, perfectly cold;

H.D., from Collected Poems: 1912-1944; “The Dancer,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Dia Reeves, Bleeding Violet