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The throne in Muken sits empty like the hole in a hollow’s chest. Once--the king sat with his illustrious power cascading over the light-less halls in an inordinate overabundance.

Now, there is silence. A void.

Only the feint sound of the ex-soul reaper’s voice reached Central 46′s security footage. A soft utterance that was most recognizably Sousuke Aizen.

“Aight, I’mma head out.”

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:-)

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“I protect. It is what I do.” A soft and timorous voice to answer him. Her powers, he seems really interested in them.

"Then what happens if you fail to protect yourself?"

Aizen delicately pushed the extra cup of tea towards the human. Offering it before the temperature reached an unsavory chill--taking his own cup in hand.

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The Hogyoku did not partake in meetings each and every time they were held. There was no need. In fact, more often than not, the orb--in whatever physical shape it may take--took to lingering quietly in the same chamber: Aizen's. Namely out on the balcony, or deep within the room, sheltered by the desire to keep to his own space, or at least in a place away from those with potential to bother. This time, though, he was seated on the bland, colorless sofa, his head bowed and eyes contently lowered to skim the ages pages of a worn tome. Only when the reaper entered, though, did the Hogyoku look up calmly to regard him, before dismissing the material composing the book upon his lap in order to stand and turn to face Aizen's presence. He bowed his torso, then, and closed his eyes. "Welcome back, Aizen-sama."

"How coy of you to say that, Hogyoku." A smile so gentle, yet rivaling that of the Devil's own facade played at Aizen's lips. His head tilting ever so slightly at the emphasis of a particular word.

Finger's graced the smooth shape of the orb that was embedded within his chest, covered in the binds that gave the Soul Society the illusion that Sousuke Aizen was 'docile'.

"You never truly left me did you?"

With a wave of his hands, the dimly lit sconces illuminated in hues of white and purple, dancing like fireflies over a stone perch.

With a casual--languid stride, the betrayer of the Soul Society approached Hogyoku with an expectant gaze.

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:^)

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Send ✎ and I’ll draw our muses together.

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Your arrancar are out of control. Tits out and sucking dick all over the place.

"This pleases me."

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How confident are you in these 'niche skills'?

"Experience and control over the senses can make for an interesting encounter. I'll leave that to your imagination."

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"How fascinating. There seems to be a significant amount of confidence in some rather...niche skills here today."

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“If the doors of perception were cleansed everything would appear to man as it is, infinite.”

William Blake

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What do you hate the most?

“The most?”

“Above all I loathe stagnancy.”

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mindinmuken​:

          “Oh, a man of my ilk would be naught but a fool, ignorant in design and ill-mannered in conduct, in the unfathomable circumstance I conjure wretched presumptions in regards to you now. — ‘Tis my benevolent intent for the Soul Society, and all of the realms, that a King in the possession of a will is crowned to reign as their sovereign. Is such a frivolous ambition insurgency now, pray tell?”  

“Perhaps you are right. Allowing a being of such power to preserve their will--this goal is as noble as your name suggests. To think a man of your status would be met with such resistance is quite astounding, actually. Perplexing. Seeing how your past deeds went so casually unnoticed by Central 46.”

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mindinmuken​:

          “Pray tell, are you enlightened to the stratagem of war, nay, the ancient proverb, which concerns the manner of those with adversaries and ambitions akin?” 

“Do you presume us to be allies then? Or perhaps you wish to further wax poetic about your  insurgent plans. I’m listening.”

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“Then you and I must have a similar enemy.”

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“Perhaps the Soul Society would prefer you tear apart your god-kings.”

          “Such vile audacity shall most certainly be denounced as desecration.”

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forgive me for simping for Aizen