#ᵖʳᶤᵈᵉ ;; in character.

[scnkei]

A vacation? No.

[survivormoves]

ᴬᶰᵈ ᴵ ʷᵒᶰ'ᵗ ˡᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʰᵒᵏᵉ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶰᵒᵒˢᵉ ᵃʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶰᵉᶜᵏ | musings ᴵ ᵏᶰᵒʷ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᶠᵉˡᵗ ᵐᵘᶜʰ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗʰᵃᶰ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵛᵉ ˢʰᵒʷᶰ | character study ᴵ'ˡˡ ˢᵃʸ "ᵞᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵛᵉᶰ'ᵗ ᵐᵉᵗ ᵐᵉ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ˢᵒᶰ" | visage ˢᵉᵃˡ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵐʸ ᵖʳᶤᵈᵉ | memories ᵞᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃˢ ᵇʳᵃᵛᵉ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ | isms ᴵ ˢᵃʷ ᵃ ᶠˡᶤᶜᵏᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉᶰ ʲᵘˢᵗ ˢᵐᵒᵏᵉ | crack ᴬᶰᵈ ᴵ'ˡˡ ᶠᶤᶰᵈ ˢᵗʳᵉᶰᵍᵗʰ ᶤᶰ ᵖᵃᶤᶰ ᵃᶰᵈ ᴵ ʷᶤˡˡ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉ ᵐʸ ʷᵃʸˢ | headcanons ˢᵖᶤᶰ ᵐᵉ ‘ʳᵒᵘᶰᵈ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖᶤᶰ ᵐᵉ ᵈᵒʷᶰ | bait ᴬˡᶤᵍᶰ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ ᵐʸ ᵇᵒᵈʸ ᵐʸ ᵐᶤᶰᵈ | likes ᴵ ᵃᶤᶰ'ᵗ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ˡᶤᵛᵉᵈ ᵃ ʸᵉᵃʳ ᵇᵉᵗᵗᵉʳ ˢᵖᵉᶰᵗ ᶤᶰ ˡᵒᵛᵉ | wants&desires ᴮᵘᵗ ᵖˡᵃᶰᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵒᵖᵉ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵍᵒᵒᵈ ˢᵉᵉᵈˢ ᵈᵒᶰ'ᵗ ᶜᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᵗʰᶤˢᵗˡᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ʷᵉᵉᵈˢ | aesthetics ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒˡᵈᶰᵉˢˢ ˢᵗᵃᶰᵈˢ ᵃˡᵒᶰᵉ ᵃᵐᵒᶰᵍ ᵗʰᵉ ʷʳᵉᶜᵏ | drabble

murphy stuff

[basketleft-blog]

tag drop !!

[oathclaimed]

ic tag dump #1 !

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᶤ ʷᵃᶰᵗ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵃᶰᵈ ˢᵃʸ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤ ʷᵃˢ ᵃˡᶤᵛᵉ / ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤ ᵗʳᶤᵉᵈ / ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶤ ʷᵃˢ ʰᵃᵖᵖʸ (character study)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᵃᶰᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᵖʳᶤᵈᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ʰᵘʳᵗ (fears)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᵈᶤᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵉᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵗʰᶤˢ ˡᶤᶠᵉ / ᵗᵒ ᶠᵉᵉˡ ᵇᵉˡᵒᵛᵉᵈ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵉᵃʳᵗʰ (musings)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᶤ ᵏᵉᵉᵖ ᵍᵒᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵍᵒᵈ ᵗᵒᵒ ᶜˡᵉᵃᶰ (travels)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ʰᵉʳᵉ ᶤᶰ ᵗʰᶤˢ ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ / ʰᵒᵘˢᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ (home)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ / ᵒʳ ᵈᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᶰˡʸ ᵗʰᶤᶰᵏ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʰᵉᵃˡᵉᵈ (aesthetic)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᵒʰ ᵇᵒᵈʸ / ᵇᵉ ʰᵉˡᵈ ᶰᵒʷ ᵇʸ ʷʰᵒᵐ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ (desires)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᵖᵒᵉᵐ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵒᵖᵉᶰᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ / ᵗʰᵉ ᵒᵖᵖᵒˢᶤᵗᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ʷᵒᵘᶰᵈ / ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ ᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵖᵒᵘʳᶤᶰᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ  (delights)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵒ ᵇʳᵃᵛᵉ / ˢᵒ ᵠᵘᶤᵉᵗ / ᶤ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃʳᵉ ˢᵘᶠᶠᵉʳᶤᶰᵍ (headcanon)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᶤ'ᵐ ᵛᵉˣᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘ / ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵇᵒᵈʸ (sexcanon)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ʰᵃᶰᵈˢᵒᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵃ ᵐᵃᵖ ᶤˢ ʰᵃᶰᵈˢᵒᵐᵉ / ˢᵏᶤᶰ ʷᶤᵈᵉ ᵒᵖᵉᶰ / ˢᵗᵃᶤᶰᵉᵈ ʷᶤᵗʰ ᶤᶰᵏ (dossier)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵃᵍᵃᶤᶰ ᵃʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵃᵐᵉ / ᵗʰᵉ ˡᵒᶰᵍᶤᶰᵍ ᶤˢ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉ ᵖᵘʳᵉ (bodyclaim)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᶤ'ᵛᵉ ᶠᵒᵘᶰᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸ ˢᵖᵃʳʳᵒʷ ᵍᵒᵈ ʰᵃˢ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉᶰ ᵗᵒ ʷᵃᵗᶜʰ ᵒᵛᵉʳ (skills & abilities)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ᵐᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ (ic)

☤  ⁚ ⁛  ╱   ʸᵒᵘ ᵖᵘᵗ ᵒᶰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒᵃᵏ ᵒᶠ ʷʰᶤᵗᵉ / ᵘᶰˢᵘˡˡᶤᵉᵈ / ᵘᶰˢᵗᵃᶤᶰᵉᵈ (wardrobe)

[scnkei]

He has more self-control than any man, but one thing that is really testing him is having a button to press. Must. Not. Press. But --- He really, really, really wants to!

[scnkei]

The morning light was faint. Cold, from the clouds that blocked the sunrise. As if set on a timer, Byakuya's eyelashes fluttered. He always woke up at the exact same time every day. The very first thing he felt was warmth. He should be used to it by now, but somehow it was still a surprise for him to find that he was sharing his bed with someone. Renji's body was warm. His reiatsu was warm. He was still asleep. It was easy to tell from the steady rise and fall of his chest. Renji was laying on his back, sprawled out comfortably. He was taking up enough space so that Byakuya had been sleeping with his head against the other's shoulder. No wonder his face felt so warm.

Renji looked peaceful when he slept. When he was awake, he'd often wear a subtle frown between his brows, whether it was to squint against the sun, or from focusing on his work. When he slept... Well, that was a different story. Even the angle of his forehead tattoos appeared softer. Byakuya shifted his gaze, realizing he'd been staring at his face. He looked down instead, unable to help himself. To Renji's neck. More tattoos with sharp angles. Byakuya had kissed his neck only a few hours ago, but as usual - there were no marks left behind. Byakuya was always gentle in his affection towards him. Even if, sometimes, an impulse to imprint a mark on him grabbed him. Renji was HIS.

Speaking of marks. Renji had only pulled the covers about half-way up his chest ( as always, he ran hot even when he slept ), so his chest was more or less exposed. The tattoos here were quite intricate. Byakuya was tempted to follow them with his fingertips. He loved the symmetry. The angle. How they ended at the centre of his chest, dividing his torso so perfectly. He wanted to touch the inked skin.

A mark suddenly appeared. Like the first star on the evening sky. Then another. And another. Until ALL Byakuya could see were tiny, tiny scars. They covered Renji's entire torso. Of course, Byakuya knew they were there. He'd always known, but somehow he could never see them unless his eye suddenly caught one. There were so many of them. Carefully, Byakuya reached out. He brushed his fingers over a few centimetres of Renji's chest, counting how many scars this small touch would reach. One, two, three, four, five...

They'd talked about this. Renji HAD forgiven him. But truly - Byakuya could never forgive himself. It was almost as if he wished he too would wear a scar from their battle. He wondered how he would've felt about having marks from Zabimaru's teeth across his chest. That would never happen. Not because Renji's fangs would not reach him, but because Renji would never do that to him. He was too gentle.

Byakuya leaned over, his lips touching Renji's jaw.

❝ Renji, wake up. ❞ He could've let him sleep a little longer, but selfishly, he wanted him awake. Wanted to be softly touched by him so that he could forget about the guilt the sight of the scars had brought forth. Wanted to be loved. / @monkifuraibo .

[scnkei]

He's pleased that nobody in his division has asked for a ' summer break '.

[scnkei]

❝ Spring cleaning? Cleaning only once a year...? Disgusting. ❞

[scnkei]

      There was no need for more evidence to support the claim that Arrancar deserve to be slayed - and yet they provide it so willingly.

[scnkei]

Momo says, gritting her teeth. "I am sorry. I was out of line commenting on your dignity, and it will not happen again." She holds up a platter of hard cookies. "May I offer you some chocolate chip cookies as an olive branch?"

He could tell the apology was not genuine, but that was not the point of this exercise. Byakuya COULD NOT STAND insubordination. Especially when it came from someone who had not earned the right to speak freely and openly to him. Everything about him demanded respect. From his title as Captain of the Rokubantai, to his noble blood. A Fukutaichou such as Hinamori should know her place. He respected her for how she had stood up for Renji. Loyalty to your friends was not something Byakuya dismissed as worthless. However, it would not mean she could get a free pass on how she spoke to him.

❝ Apology accepted. ❞ That would be the end of their disagreement, and they would speak no more of it. He had no wish to punish her further, but if she stepped on his pride - he would do it. He would have no choice. ❝ I am not fond of sweets, so I will decline. But I am certain Abarai-Fukutaichou would appreciate them. People say he has a sweet tooth. ❞ He spoke calmly. He didn't wish to give her more reason to be rude towards him ( it would only make things worse for her ), so he was trying to shift the situation into something that would benefit them both. If she kept being disagreeable? She would find herself in a jail cell for insubordination.

[scnkei]

He is not really sure what to do about it.. This knowledge. He also is not sure if Byakuya realizes what day it is. A year. They're been together for a year. Obviously they've been together for longer than that as captain and lieutenant, but.. It has been a year since Byakuya accepted his feelings. Maybe Byakuya does not even realize; he probably hadn't noted the date back then. But Renji had.

So now he just.. Doesn't know what to do with this giddy energy thrumming through him all day. It is just a regular office day, after all. And he hasn't bought a gift, because it seemed silly, especially if Byakuya hadn't realized what today was. But he had planned to stay over today, and, after the working day is done, and they start a by-now familiar ritual of post-work relaxation, Renji insists they take a walk in the gardens. It is still a bit chilly out this time of year, but spring's coming is evident. The garden is alive, and beautiful. Renji did bring a thermos of tea and two cups. He wanted to at least note the memorable passing of time. Just a few months ago they were broken up, and he never would have thought this possible. But now..

They stop, and as per usual, their gaze is drawn to the sky and the moon. A waxing crescent today.. Golden eyes shift over to Byakuya's face, illuminated by the pale light, and the warm lanterns hung up around the garden. He pours them both a cup of hot tea and smiles as he hands Byakuya one. "Happy anniversary."

The moon above them, like a silver hook. Golden light from the lanterns spread across the pathway through the garden, was a contrast. Like him and Renji, maybe. There was a chill in the air, causing flowers to close up and not let their perfume out at night. When Renji had suggested a walk through the gardens, Byakuya had gladly joined him. It was an activity that Byakuya very much enjoyed, and he usually walked alone. Naturally, it was better if he could walk together with Renji. Everything was better with him, Byakuya had come to learn. The small things. The bigger things. And, perhaps, especially - the everyday things.

They stopped at their usual spot, where the view of the sky was best. Though, tonight they couldn't see the stars as easily, the lanterns competing with that faint light. Byakuya looked away from the sky. Away from the moon, to look at Renji instead. He was beautiful, of course. Byakuya preferred to see him in sunlight. To see the sharp contrast of his tattoos, and the gold in his eyes. The crimson vibrancy of his hair. Renji's gaze too shifted, meeting his for a moment. Byakuya wondered if Renji preferred to see him in moonlight. It would be quite fitting.

Renji poured a cup of tea. Byakuya held out his hand to accept it. He didn't think he'd ever had tea at night, in the garden. The cup was warm to his cold fingertips. He'd rather hold Renji's hand than the cup, but oh well.

When Renji spoke, Byakuya did, for a moment, not understand what he meant. Which anniversary was he speaking of? Then, he understood. He had not known the specific date, but apparently - it was today. One year since their feelings aligned. One year since Renji more or less forced his way into his life. Their relationship was built upon frustration on Renji's side, and confusion on his. Not anymore though. Byakuya could hardly believe it had only been one year. How could his entire world change so rapidly? It would've been frightening, had it not been for the fact that he trusted Renji completely. Wherever the other would lead him, surely, it would be safe.

He didn't know how to portray softness, but he hoped Renji could see it in him. At least a little.

❝ I was unaware of the specific date. ❞ But now, he would never forget it. ❝ Next year, let us make arrangements. ❞ For a form of celebration. Or at least a marking of the day.

[scnkei]

Byakuya couldn't understand him. This had become painfully obvious to Renji, and the more he thought about it, the more he realized it was trying to explain the colour blue to a blind man. But regardless of the class issue affecting their differing opinions on the matter at hand, Byakuya had been treating him mostly as his lieutenant while they argued, rather than his boyfriend. Renji hated that. It was fine when they were at work, or even when they were off, but happened to appear in public together. But here, in the privacy of one of their own homes? He loathed being spoken to like he was just another subordinate.

"Gladly!" He shot back, when Byakuya bid him to leave, and he did not dawdle. He slid the door shut with such force on his way out that it slammed harshly, and bounced back open, rather than staying shut.

There was relief when Renji left (even though he SLAMMED the door shut). Byakuya quietly went over and closed the door properly. Carefully, because he was upset and if he let his emotions get the better of him, he too might end up abusing the door. It slid closed, and he was alone in his bedroom. He let out a small breath, feeling strangely tired. It was the disappointment, he supposed. He didn't want to think about it. He'd rather move on, instead of dwelling. He went back to the ritual of changing his clothes and combing his hair before bed.

It was hard not to think while he brushed the comb through the silky strands. What should he do about this? The disrespect Renji had showed him... It went past insubordination. He had not just disappointed him as his Fukutaichou, but - as his lover as well. It was the latter that was the worst feeling for Byakuya. He didn't want to bring the subject up again. That would only lead to another argument the next time they saw each other. Which would be tomorrow. But - could he just let this go? Let it pass, just like that? What else could he do?

This was his own fault, he decided. HE was the one who had so blindly fallen in love with Renji, and given up everything for him, without even knowing his true colours. He felt foolish. He was a fool. When was he going to learn? There was nothing he could do about the reality of things, so he would simply move on. The light that shone on Renji had been shifted. He'd see him differently now. Still, he had chosen him, and - he was never going back on his word.

[scnkei]

      Byakuya is a 10.

[scnkei]

      Muguruma, like himself, was quite stoic. Though while Byakuya’s standard facial expression was more of a condescending look, Muguruma had more of a strict look. That was how he had watched him now too, but there had been something else in his eyes too. Byakuya thought it looked like judgement. It disappointed him. Muguruma, like himself, was a noble, and the Head of his House. Of course, he didn’t hold the same status as a Kuchiki - nobody did. But, with Byakuya’s fall from grace, they were more on equal terms than before. Byakuya had looked up to him when he was younger. He remembered training as a teenager, and seeing Muguruma, and thinking - that’s the sort of captain he wanted to become. That was many years ago. The sentiment had not remained. Byakuya wouldn’t easily forget that Tousen Kaname had been one of those to betray the Soul Society, and he had been Muguruma’s Fukutaichou. Muguruma should take responsibility for the actions of his subordinate. He should have seen such a betrayal coming, or at least dealt with it personally. That was what Byakuya had done when Renji had attempted to save Rukia. He had been prepared to kill his own Fukutaichou because it was his duty. 

      Byakuya might have made mistakes in his life, and he could understand why other nobles would look down on him for choosing Renji, but - did Muguruma truly have the right to judge him? If that was what he was doing. Byakuya wanted to know, hence why he prompted him to speak his mind.

     The question was harsh and pointed. - How could you betray your family like that? 

      Byakuya’s expression didn’t change. So, THAT was what Muguruma thought of him? That he was a traitor to his family? A very bold accusation. Byakuya would be respectful towards him because he was his senior, but he could feel his respect for him take a dive. Muguruma should look to himself before passing judgement onto HIM. Had he not lived in DISGRACE for a hundred years? 

     ❝ What makes Abarai unworthy of the hand of the Head of the Kuchiki Clan? Do enlighten me. ❞ He countered the question with one of his own. His voice was icy.  / @txchikaze​ ,, continued . 

[scnkei]

A black cat suddenly hops upon his desk. There's a red ribbon ( almost resembling a hair tie ) around noticeable around its neck as it just casually pads around his paperwork.

He had grown strangely accustomed to having unwelcome visitors around. A certain pink haired lieutenant kept breaking into his manor. And now - his office was being invaded. Not by a child but, by something even more unwelcome. An ANIMAL. Its reiatsu was masked so well that he didn't notice it until it hopped onto his desk. Byakuya was almost startled - but of course it wouldn't show. The black cat elegantly stepped around his paperwork, in an almost playful manner. There was a red ribbon tied around its neck. That certainly brought back memories. Internally, Byakuya was frowning. Outwardly, his expression remained neutral.

❝ I don't have time to play. You may have better luck with my subordinates. ❞

[scnkei]

@biskael ,, starter .

     ❝ Your path is blocked, Quincy. You shall not proceed from here. ❞ It was his duty to oppose the enemies of Soul Society. Byakuya was many things, but before he was anything - he was a commander in the army. He would protect his troops. His men. He was not afraid.