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.
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Uryu’s dad is such a sassy little shit jfc
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auxiliumheros: sweats
auxiliumheros: see ichigo panic on dash about tomorrow
doctor-ishida: B///
doctor-ishida: make it nice ichigo
doctor-ishida: lmao jk ryuken doesn't want anything
doctor-ishida: except ur butt
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Send me a + to see an entry in my muses journal when they were a kid
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auxiliumheros said:
8IIIIIIIIII [/texts uryu tbh]
"Leave it be.”
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auxiliumheros said:
ur a douche smh
"There’s no point in a fuss. It’s just another day.”
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"That would depend. What would you have me do?"
"Yeah, well. What are you gonna do about it?"
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Have some daddy Ryuuken feels, because I bet he’s feeling like a failure right around now seeing as how his only son has gone and joined the organisation that killed his mother
Also wow like I said here making crying Ryuuken look in character was a nearly impossible feat I must have drawn the second page like 23423478798273497 times before I was kind of maybe a little satisfied with it ugh Ryuuken you emotionless prick
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Brow furrowed, lined by his worry-Ryuken reached out to catch her wrist. He was discomforted by Kanae's selflessness; even if it was one of her more beautiful traits, though he was loathe to admit it aloud. There was no need for her to wait on him further. It was difficult for Ryuken to express, so he didn't; but her companionship was more than enough.
"Kanae. Please sit, don't worry about the tea."
"N-no I’m quite alright finishing the chores. Really. No worries." she reassured him. She wanted to ask if he really just said she looked nice but she was too shy to do so. "It is nearly 4. I should be making you a cup of tea soon." she smiled.
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#WELL SHE MARRIED YOU OUT OF PITY
"...???"
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