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On rug

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                   𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  .

❛   what  are  you  doing?   ❜

❛   what ,  you’re  going  to  kill  me?  ❜

❛   fuck !  put  the  gun  down !  please , come on !  it’s  me ,  alright ?  ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing  with  that ?   ❜

❛   please ..  don’t  do  this  anymore !   ❜

❛   let  her/them/him  go  or  i’ll  blow  you  away !  ❜

❛   wait ! okay …  okay !  okay , i’ll  tell  you ,  whatever  you  want  to  know  ..   ❜

❛   you  point  that  thing  at  me  you  better  pull  the  trigger .  ❜

❛   alright , alright , alright  ..  i’ll talk !   ❜

❛   please ,  just  let  me  go ,  i  won’t  tell  anyone …  i  promise  .  ❜

❛   let  me  out  of  here !   let  me  go !   ❜

❛   you’re  not  getting  away  this  time  …  ❜

❛   actually ,  i  think  i  better  get  going  …   it’s  late  and  …   ❜

❛   come  on !  fight  back !  fight  back !  fight  back  you  coward !   ❜

❛   come  on ,  hit  me !   ❜

❛   do  it !  pull  the  trigger !  do  it  ,  do  it  ,  do  it !   ❜

❛   come  and  find  me  …  polo !  ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  hide  anymore ,  i  don’t  want  to  be  afraid  anymore  …   ❜

❛   you   keep   saying   you’re   going   to   stop   but   you   don’t !  ❜

❛   how   many   more   people   need   to   die   before   you’re   satisfied ?  ❜

❛   why   are   you   doing   this ?   ❜

❛   don’t   come   any   closer  ,   that’s   far   enough  .   ❜

❛   if   you  don’t   pull   the   trigger   i’ll   pull   it   for   you  !   ❜

❛   i  thought  that  you  were  in  danger  …   ❜

❛   you’re  dangerous  …  i ,   i  just  don’t  want  to  end  up  dead ..   ❜

❛   i  promise  i  won’t  hurt  you  …    ❜

❛   can  you  please  stop  screwing  with  my  mind ,  god  !   ❜

❛   i  don’t  want  to  be  here  anymore ,  please ,  can  we  go  back ?   ❜

❛   um  ….  i’m  not  sure  i  want  to  go ,   thanks   anyway  ..   ❜

❛   that  sounds  dangerous  ….   i’m  in .   ❜

❛   i  don’t  know ,  it  sounds  awfully  dangerous  …  ❜

❛   stay  back  or  i  will  rip  your  head  off  !  ❜

❛   i  think  …   this   is   wrong ,  no .  i  can’t  just  stand  by   and   watch   it  .   ❜

❛   do  you  think  you  would  ever  hurt  me  like  that ?   ❜

❛   i  can’t  be  with  someone  who  could  hurt  me  like  that  …  ❜

❛   this  is  not  love  !   it   is   obsession  !   a   sick  one  at   that  !  ❜

❛   are  you  following  me  ?   what  …   what  do  you  want  ?   money  ?   ❜

❛   please  …  i  have  money ,   just  let  me  go  .  ❜

❛   i  don’t  think  you  realize  how  the  dangerous  this  game  is  ..   ❜

❛   it’s  not  just  a  game  !   ❜

❛   if  you’re  in  some  kind  of  trouble ,  you  can  tell  me  .   ❜

❛   come  on  ,   it’s  just  a  game ,  what  could  go  so  wrong  ?   ❜

❛   are  you  the  one  that’s  been  watching  me  ?   stalking  me  ?  ❜

❛   actually ,  do  you  mind  if  we  just  stop/pull  over  here  ?   ❜

❛   what  are  you  doing ?   you  missed  the  stop  back  there ?   ❜

❛   hello ?   is   someone  there  ?   ❜

❛   you’re  scaring  me  …   ❜

❛   okay ,  you’re  really  starting  to  scare  me  …  ❜

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❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ // from Momo ~

( * / @khrysallis / prompt / accepting )

Moments of utmost queitude were introduced upon having such query cause reverberation amid the atmosphere environing both souls. He remained tall and tacit, with equipose exuded customarily. He allowed the warmth of sunlight to engulf his totality, contradicting the abyss perpetuating the construction of his current residence. Gloved arms had taken a folded formation thereunder garmented thorax; this was not a stance out of defensiveness, but merely, providing some comfort lieu of the statuary posture he is binded in, nigh sempiternally.

In regardance of the wretchedness of this realm, he had avowed to himself that alterations will take transpiration upon reaching ascendancy to absolution. The pillars that carry the encumbrance of the sins, corruptiveness, erroneous governship, will shatter to nothingness with resultant changes to supersede of such; justice, correctful judicature and irrefragably, an individual worth of earning godhood. Controversial for many, as his own actions had demonstrated the exact opposite --- a compassionless, inexorable tyrant with egoism reaching levels beyond comprehension. He was criminality's epitome, callous and impassive at eminence, but such shallow depictions showcase oneselve's incompetence to comprehend.

And despite everything, he was placed at a standstill for several millenniums. Immortality was one of his greatest tools to possess, in a union with patience. Therefore, one could consider this as the end of it all, he, one the other hand, was still making prideful strides towards the path he had begun walking. Unhesitant, sans any change in his pattern of walking, resoluteness would still embrace his beating flexor.

❛ From a perfunctory point of view, one would consider this as purposeless, rendered to nothing but impracticality. However, for one that wields resolvedness, this is only the beginning, Hinamori - kun. I have made it abudantly clear in the past, that patience is a virtue, only granted to those that had fought for it. ❜

❛ Thus, I believe this answers your question. ❜

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❝Where have ya been sourcin' the water from in Hueco Mundo? Have ya simply been askin' the Hōgyoku, as though it were a dowsin’ rod? Has Harribel been summonin' water from the void? Or have we been drinkin' filtered hollow blood tea?❞

( * / @kigakurutta / unprompted )

❛ My, haven't you become quite the humorist, Gin? ❜

He allowed slender fingers to curl, inevitably to make contact with the pristine facade of compassionlessness, ever so biddably, satisfactory enough to offer the aspect of comfort. The floral aroma emitting from the liquid concoction poured into the ceramic utensil, was pleasantly occupying his nostrils, providing sufficient companionship; tranquil, but welcomed in constancy. Evidently, some habitual traits would never eviscerate.

There was a consice moment of contemplation. The limbless serpent would frequently amuse his Lordship with particular queries that abstain from the pragmaticalness that subsists within the stronghold of Las Noches, in a synthesis with the tyranny bestowed. Nigh laughable, credulous for such suppositions to cause reverberation amid polished, tiled walls. And yet, all he could return was a faint convexity facing upwards, indicating partial intrigue, in a union with a considerably vague response --- leaving room for the potentiality for more inquiries, lieu of professing an absolute response.

You could say that was his own monadical way of engaging in folksy entertainment. Or maybe a fatuous form of punishment that if Gin's observantness was still instact --- customarily sharp, he would acknowledge of such.

❛ Never had I foreseen to offer an exegesis for such simple phenomenon. You should be aware by now that I have made the necessary implementations for us to have such luxuries in this realm. Anything can be within reach as long as there is a distinct desire for it. Therefore, it should come to no surprise that something as simple as the possession of the unflavoured liquid substance is still part of our routine. ❜

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Reblog this if you're crossover friendly. Sometimes we might not be familiar with a fandom or franchise but still be interested in interacting with a muse regardless.

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❛ I would suggest you lessen the consumption of the volatile liquid substance, so you may have had a chance to comprehend as to why am I outside the construction of my current residence. ❜

Notwithstanding customary undecodedness presented upon his face, an imperceptible amount of admonishment laced deep voice. Alas, entertaining such fatuous circumstances was never in his agenda, inasmuch as he would display preference for the tranquility subsisting within the local library or the tea parlor --- and overtly, without the undesired companionship of the seated officers that monitor him from close proximity.

❛ Rest assured, for I am a passerby. ❜

｡° ❤'d : 「 @aftapati 」

'  Holy  fuck  --  where  did  you  come  from?  '  Was  she  losing  her  edge??  how  come  she  didn't  sense  him  nearby?  god,  maybe  she  should  stop  drinking  so  much  in  the  morning.  Groaning  softly  she  rubbed  her  hand  over  her  face  getting  to  her  feet  as  she  brushes  herself  off.

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As you have no FRIENDS old chap (and even scoff at the notion), I shall instead inquire: which individuals would you say were/are the most useful and/or interesting to you?

( * / anonymous / unprompted )

❛ Many were the acquaintances that I have made, yet only a select few were capable enough in capturing an iota of my interest. A lot of factors have an impactful role in coming to such conclusion, thence making many individuals interesting enough to spare a glance, but not as intriguing in order to offer my attentiveness. ❜

❛ Therefore, it is easy to say that one of the very first individuals that had caught my attention from an early stage of my life, would be Urahara Kisuke. His extraordinary intelligence, frequently shrouded by his nonchalant mannerisms and a personality that harbors nothing of great importance, is sufficient for me to acknowledge his individuality. And overtly, I was not wrong. With his incredible wisdom in possession and a level of intellect enough to rival and even surpass my own, it is no wonder why I consider him as someone interesting enough, be it to observe him from afar, or even have something as simplistic as a conversation. Though, at times he may present himself quite intolerable, Urahara Kisuke, is worth being part on this little list. ❜

A brief pause.

❛ Then, to proceed with this, another person who had displayed behavioural tactics and personality traits that depict unpredictability at eminence, would be Ichimaru Gin. The epitome of enigma, himself. One that even I had tribulation in deciphering at times. From words and actions, to ulterior motives --- from the very beginning, this child had posed such a great interest to me. You could say, he is the equivalent of a serpent, moving with such cautiousness, in constancy speaking in a manner that would leave one questioning, or seeking out for more. Though I have seen through his eventual treachery, even I was left bewildered once it took transpiration. Mysteriousness and cunningness are words that could represent him to totality and I believe that it is not enough. Either way, throughout all these years, his persona was proven to be a great challenge for me to deal with. ❜

A faint curvature facing upwards had surfaced upon his face, as the more he was reminiscing those that were satisfactory enough in earning a merit of importance in his vision.

❛ Then, another quite apparent choice that must be presented here, is the substitute soul reaper, Kurosaki Ichigo. Long ago before even he was even a mere contemplation, the impact was there. The unanticipated encounter of his parents, a soul reaper and a quincy was something scarce to behold, hence his existence made this whole ordeal even more intriguing. Being able to wield different kinds of prowess, experiencing them, training around them and being able to use them to full capacity was something I had foreseen. Appearing suchlike a simpleton of a human, to fully transforming to someone with mountainous strength --- quite a spectacle to behold and to guide. Hence, it makes it very interesting to see the direction he would constantly choose to follow. He was undisputably one of the greatest specimens I ever had the opportunity to observe. ❜

❛ And finally, there is Kaname Tosen. Perhaps, the only person that pragmatically had a decent chance to understand me. The only one that had come the closest in demonstrating comprehension for everything I strive for. He was someone with a beautiful resolution bestowed in his mind and heart, and devoted everything of capacity in order to have his aspiration completed. His neverending loyalty was a resplendent paradigm for anyone to follow, effortlessly marking him as the greatest subordinate I had under my commandship. He prided and breathed the aspect of justice, considerably becoming its absolute illustration of such. Thus, it was such a shame to behold strong emotionalism becoming a hindrance in his aims, exhibiting his goal as nothing but shallow vengeance. And that is why, I took the liberty in taking his life --- that was my mercy. ❜

And he would tacitly admit the few times he had contemplated, wondered how alterative the circumstances would have been, had his quondam soldier of loyalty, being alive.

❛ Unmistakably, there are a few more personalities that could have been mentioned, but making notice of their names would be too much flatterism, and I refuse to partake in such farcicality. ❜

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me after seeing Muken Aizen: 😋😍

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❛ Killing you was never my intention. For had it been otherwise, we would not be having this conversation now. ❜

Words chosen dexterously, yet sans hesitancy. Sentiment suchlike apprehension was non - existent within his lexicon at this point; reaching transcendence, nigh equivalent of grasping divinity. Sōsuke Aizen was the embodiment of sophistication, the epitome of meticulousness, notwithstanding the connotations that would customarily and sempiternally depict him as. Callousness and compassionlessness were engraved within his nature, in a union with manipulation, but such descriptions were plastered by those who display refusal in acknowledging what subsists beyond the preternatural image of his.

Alas, for such details he harbors no regardance for, deeming them utterly superfluous.

It almost resembled memories from the past; miscellaneous moments deemed notable enough had crossed his mind in similitude of a screenplay. The boy, bathed in youth yet engulfed with unpredictability, that was once under his own supervision and guidance was now constituted with criminality, suspiciousness and mayhaps inevitable treachery. Morality was a blurry aspect within his totality, thereunto earning the role of acting like a serpent. Above standarcy he perfomed in constancy, yet the elipse of loyalty, conviction remained apparent --- overt enough for someone akin to the otherworldly entirety to concede, and act accordingly. Ichimaru Gin was encircled in indissoluble unforeseeability, but eventually it was insufficient.

❛ And despite everything, it would seem that they did not lack generosity, as they provide you with enough comfort than expected. ❜

De facto, with a rapid glance at the surroundings that environed the quondam soldier of his, there was an impactful difference amid current residencies. Even so, such matter was of no concernment; merely, an observation as such habitual trait has yet to eviscerate from his wholeness. Each word was chosen with cautiousness, but make no mistake; t'was not for the sake of the guards that were presented within this particularity of a circumstance, but simply to descry any reaction evoked from the other individual. Words, acting in the role of bullets being launched at their target, and Sōsuke remained poised, with unreadability, in readiness to scrutinize anything that would fall within his vision.

❛ Should I say that at this point, it would bring no surprise to me should you decide to join their likes, for the sake of safeguarding what is considered significant to you. ❜

❛ But I would like to believe that you were never this predictable. ❜

❝The blink of an eye to one rendered immortal.❞ While many he was aware of had altered over the years or achieved a manner of transcendence, Gin remained as he was. He held power which had been honed and advanced since his youth, but he never sought an evolution which demanded a force beyond himself. In this vein, emendation and a merciless command over his own composition could be utilized without impediment.

With languid grace and control, Gin arose from his seated position to regard Aizen at an equal vantage point. ❝Havin’ torn ya apart in such a manner previously, it stands to reason ya would in turn deal me a killin’ blow,❞ speaking with an affable humour, Gin rested the remnants of a right arm between the parting of his kimono. In time its use would cease, and he would find a great irony in its removal. ❝Yet I remain despite all.❞ His eyes gradually opened enough to reveal their exquisite pallor and an uncanny steadiness.

Imparting finality in the name of a meandering vengeance was now impracticable, yet the potential challenge in their conflict and agreement could remain. One may also find fortune to be had, for without death, suffering could be made eternal. ❝As a warm welcome, upon my arrival they rather kindly posed a great deal of questions to me,❞ he gave a low laugh as his eyes narrowed beyond perception once more and his smile adopted a familiar aspect. ❝An absurd endeavour, though it allowed one to infer a sequence of events.❞ Gin had revealed nothing during the arduous bouts of interrogation, for although any notion of loyalty was absent when regarding Aizen and those who had served him, neither was Gin beholden to any other.

Only at his greatest depths could there be discovered a favour which he involuntarily bestowed, upon one he had made every effort to keep at a distance. To have her near wavered his resolve, and brought forth an aspect he simultaneously wished to discard and indulge.

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The light breeze that would sway brown strands was a welcome alteration from the stillness that subsists within the premises of Muken, in a synthesis with the warmth of sunlight gracing him to totality. Feet would move in a canonical pattern, equipoised with satisfactory pridefulness exuded, notwithstanding if not depicted directly. Limned in miniscule detailism, enough to be unveiled by mere posture of structure, mere body language. Confidence was a characteristic that retained unimpededness, in defiance of all occurences that had transpired in the past; sovereign, in preparedness without halting any foreplanning, constantly in readiness to perform the next move and ultimately grasp ascensionism once more. Forbearance stood suchlike a loyal subordinate by his side --- patience is a virtue that few had mastered to absolution.

Despite the current situation of his imprisonment, oneselve's resoluteness was unscathed, in similitude of vestigial flickers still brimming with relentless desire for the completion of grandeur aspirations. Immortality was both a blessing and a curse, and in this particularity of a circumstance it served the purpose of a valuable role in his grandiose plan. Therefore, patience was mandatory, and beholdenly he had plenty at his disposal.

With a miscellany of contemplations occupying his mind, in a flippant moment he acknowledged that he had bestowed his presence within quondam Barracks. The familiarity of said locality evoked a variety of reminiscences to cross his cerebrum, offering an inner screenplay of past events. Sentimentality was absent, as he held no consideration for such aspect. Merely, partly entertainment --- the amusement of being able to wield the facade of pretendence for such a long time. A mask that everyone had placed their irrefutable trustfulness and undisputable veneration, before he would shatter it to absolution.

And then, there she was. Oh, an ingenuous pawn she was, moved correspondingly atop wooden surface of a chess game. One of his biggest sufferers, she was. One that evidently held extraordinary amount of trust, reliance and respect for his entity, captured by the mellifluous apparition he had once created. And once she served her objective, she was casted aside like a maligned toy.

❛ It has certainly been a while, Hinamori - kun. ❜

Deep voice echoed the atmosphere amid him, his former lieutenant and the seated officers that were accompanying him with the sole purpose of monitoring every minute action of his. None of that was of any concernment to him; nor the one that still reigns as vice captain, nor the fragile - minded souls that are providing unwilling, undesired companionship --- nothing is of importance, aside from his own scientintic cerebrum functioning ceaselessly.

However, folksy amusement would cause no harm, as he found her reaction towards him quite interesting, resultantly treating this with an iota of intrigue. Gone, the perpetuity of wonderment she possessed for him, replaced with sufficient indifference. ( and seemingly, with several emotions that are quite overt to decipher )

❛ Lest your guard, as I am doing nothing but passing by a familiar place. ❜

                                                              hinamori thought it was going to be normal typical day , but here she was face a kind-of barrier wasn't expecting. an encounter with a man who destroyed her intrinsically. but she knew they would let him roam around seireitei every often just she wasn't expected she cross paths with him. she didn't know what think of this. even what to say or do at this point. because she could of easily walk in other direction to avoid any confrontation with her former captain but she knew that wouldn't solved anything. question did linger in her thoughts:

did she still have that admiration for him?

always told herself , she doesn't admire him anymore however she does still remember everything he's done to her. it was etched into her memory . the stab wounds always been quite the reminder. like shattered petals were stuck in conjunction to terminate apart. still why was he walking area of the fifth division ? she had understand it was his former division. unless he's .. she doesn't know but decided to shake her head before deciding to making herself known to him , stepping out from around the corner.

for she didn't make a single sense of a smile, only a stare that was becoming her between the shaking edges. they were sharp , yet focus to not focal point on those terrible events during the winter war & before. ❛         sosuke aizen . . .         ❜ a name the fifth lieutenant didn't thought would come fall from her lips, that reflect always used to call him ' captain aizen '. but she understands the situation since from back then. she was a changed person since now. ❛         so ,        ❜ she said , determined to keep herself at check. since even now she does not trust him. ❛         what you doing here ?       ❜

                                    |  @aftapati ,      starter call

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Do you wanna change the world?

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" Change is inevitable. Instead of resisting it, you're better served simply going with the flow..."

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Val’s Aizen is best Aizen. That is all. -Slips back into my temporal grave-

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This art is so badass.

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° • ? ( QUESTION SENTENCE STARTERS.

❛ What are you doing? ❜ ❛ Where are you going? ❜ ❛ Where are you taking me? ❜ ❛ How is that working out for you? ❜ ❛ Is everything okay? ❜ ❛ Why are you acting like this? ❜ ❛ You think I would lie to you? ❜ ❛ Are you telling the truth? ❜ ❛ Are you sure you want to do this? ❜ ❛ This is your bright idea of a plan? ❜ ❛ What else do you want me to do? ❜ ❛ What else can I do? ❜ ❛ What do you think I should do? ❜ ❛ What makes you think that? ❜ ❛ Who told you that? ❜ ❛ Who are you? ❜ ❛ Why are you here? ❜ ❛ Who invited you? ❜ ❛ How come you ever asked me? ❜ ❛ Did you really mean all those things you said? ❜ ❛ Why did you have to go? Why did you have to leave? ❜ ❛ Why is it so hard for you to see that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ What don’t you understand? ❜ ❛ Are you joking? ❜ ❛ Did I miss anything? ❜ ❛ You don’t remember? ❜ ❛ Did you really say all that stuff about me? ❜ ❛ Did you think I would forget? ❜ ❛ How can you sit there and say that? ❜ ❛ How do you even sleep at night? ❜ ❛ Are you coming or not? ❜ ❛ Am I the only one freaked out right now? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing or crying? ❜ ❛ Who did this to you? ❜ ❛ Did someone hurt you? ❜ ❛ Is it just me or are you, like, ignoring me? ❜ ❛ You want me to apologize for something you did? ❜ ❛ Are you going to kiss me or not? ❜ ❛ Aren’t you the one who said it though? ❜ ❛ So, you don’t like me like that? ❜ ❛ Where do we go from here? ❜ ❛ Are you being serious right now? ❜ ❛ How was I supposed to know that? ❜ ❛ Oh, is that a challenge? ❜ ❛ Are you flirting with me? ❜ ❛ Are you going to let me go now? ❜ ❛ Are we done now? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t just ask me? ❜ ❛ You’re going to believe them over me? ❜ ❛ How can possibly think that? ❜ ❛ Did you even miss me? ❜ ❛ Did anyone even notice that I was gone? ❜ ❛ Why do you go around and kiss everyone? ❜ ❛ Did you kill them? ❜ ❛ Who’s blood is that? Is that your blood? ❜ ❛ Do you think this is a game? ❜ ❛ Are you having doubts? ❜ ❛ Why haven’t you been at school/work? ❜ ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜ ❛ You said you wanted to talk? ❜ ❛ What am I supposed to do? ❜ ❛ What did you expect to happen? ❜ ❛ How long you think you can keep this act up? ❜ ❛ You don’t like me? Do you? Like in a more than a friend way? ❜ ❛ Is that what everyone is saying now? ❜ ❛ Who do I remind you of? ❜ ❛ Are you hungry? Want to go get something to et? ❜ ❛ Are you drunk? ❜ ❛ Are you lost? ❜ ❛ What’s so great about any of that anyway? ❜ ❛ Are you even listening to yourself? ❜ ❛ What are you going to do about it, huh? ❜ ❛ What are you staring at? ❜ ❛ What are you doing out here? ❜ ❛ Why did you call the police? ❜ ❛ Wait, do you hear that? ❜ ❛ Why don’t you tell me anything? ❜ ❛ Hey, did you get me anything? ❜ ❛ Why didn’t you come over last night? ❜ ❛ What did you find out? ❜ ❛ Can I stay here for the night? ❜ ❛ Are you throwing rocks at my window? ❜ ❛ Are you crying? ❜ ❛ What are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ ❛ Do you not understand the word no? ❜ ❛ Is that it? Is that all? ❜ ❛ Are you in some kind of trouble? ❜ ❛ Yeah, but, you have me. So why bother? ❜ ❛ What’s love got to do with it? ❜ ❛ This is where we kiss, right? ❜ ❛ Do you ever not just only think about yourself? ❜ ❛ Are going to leave me again? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong with that? ❜ ❛ Do you have anything you need to say to me? ❜ ❛ I think I’m going to puke. Is there a trash can in here? ❜ ❛ You really don’t know why I’m mad at you? ❜ ❛ Why do you treat me like I’m not important to you? ❜ ❛ Why are you telling me this? ❛ Are you ready? ❜ ❛ What’s with all the questions? ❜ ❛ I thought this is what you wanted? ❜ ❛ Where do you think you’re going with this? ❜ ❛ You’re just going to leave? ❜ ❛ Do you trust me? ❜ ❛ You love me? Or you think you love me? ❜ ❛ When will it ever stop? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’ll ever go away? ❜ ❛ What are you doing this weekend? ❜ ❛ You called for back up? ❜ ❛ What did I just witness? ❜ ❛ How do you cope when the one you love is with somebody else? ❜ ❛ Have you ever thought it? ❜ ❛ Are you wearing a wire? ❜ ❛ Is there something wrong? ❜ ❛ Is it something I said or something I did? ❜ ❛ What’s wrong? I thought that it was okay? ❜ ❛ Are you going to hold that against me forever? ❜ ❛ So, tell me, what else is new? ❜ ❛ You never actually cared, did you? ❜ ❛ You went to a party without me? ❜ ❛ Why wasn’t I invited? ❜ ❛ Do you think that’s a little fucked up? ❜ ❛ Oh, so you do speak? ❜ ❛ Do you think it’s really worth it in the end? ❜ ❛ How many more times do I have to tell you? ❜ ❛ You didn’t think that it would bother me? ❜

[aftapati]

❛ you look ridiculous in that outfit, by the way. ❜

( * / @deathssubstitute / prompt / accepting )

Weight was adjusted comfortably upon the malleable and velvety cushion that adorned the wooden chair, as one gloved hand was holding meticulously a book, overtly open. One leg was positioned upon the other, enhancing forementioned comfort of a seated posture. Attentiveness was impaling the content of the book in hand, as he would dexterously turn each withered page, creating a cracking sound amid the tranquility of an ambiance. It beared an unmalleable cover that was evidently submerged in rigid texture, bathed in obscure nuances in a synthesis with detailed engravings in a golden nuance; offering unveilment of its conspicuous age.

Reading was one of his preferable activities to engage, without the ability to eschew the pragmaticalness of the world. Even so, it was sufficient enough to provide tacit companionship. Whilst he would have preferred to be left in aloneness, the impropability of this task stood on a high pedestal, as he was accompanied with several seated officers within the Thirteen Court Guards everytime he exits the sempiternal obscurity of Muken. And yet, this time the sole soul that monitored his actions was the young substitute. A rarity? Nay. But he would predilect such circumstance over the greetings of perpetual annoyance and irrefutable abhorrence of the rest of the soul reapers. Not that their opinionated words mattered to the otherworldly entirety; merely, he appreciated the quietude of the library that had to offer.

But in regardance of such, Ichigo Kurosaki was still youth incarnated in his eyes. Despite the meritoriousness of his strength and the extraordinary adeptness he had earned, juvenility was still apparent, be it with words or actions. Thus, Sōsuke did not even spare so much of a glance at the other, as his concentration towards the poetic writing of this book, remained unimpeded.

❛ I do not recall requiring your opinion. ❜