for as long as hinamori momo could remember , her life had been rife with misfortune and bloodshed . taking care of tōshirō and granny had always been her responsibility ; there was no low she wouldn't sink , for them — from murder to petty thievery … you name it , momo had done it . an even more herculean task … was not losing her empathy , in the long trail of blood she would leave in her wake .
when lord aizen had suddenly called her into the throne room , apprehension bloomed in her chest , prompting her to subconsciously ball a fist before her chest , subconsciously guarding her heart as though it knew she was in trouble . yet before she could even speak , her beloved assuaged her fears , and without missing a beat , revealed why he'd called her forth .
despite the very obvious apprehension that manifested itself as furrowed brows and broken whispers , momo trusted him ; she readily took his hand , allowing him to take the lead without saying anything … no words needed to be said , her assent was conveyed via nods and a small smile.
as aizen lead his queen through the corridor , the PHOENIX wondered what he could possibly want to show her . perhaps he'd achieved a breakthrough in his research , and wanted to share his joy with her . perhaps he had already figured out the next steps of his grand master plan , and wanted to seek counsel from her ( the very idea , she found preposterous as she valued the lord's intelligence above her own ) .
… yet when they arrived at their destination , momo's jaw nearly dropped to the floor.
she blinked ; once , and again , wasting no time to rush towards these shrubs , to study the field of flowers for herself .
curiosity and wonder sparkled in her eyes as she whispered the names of these beauties . she didn't fail to notce the lily of the valley , whose floriography momo was quite familiar with , being one of her special interests . resilience , innocence , good luck ; such were the chief virtues . it is a flower given to loved ones , an implication that caused her to shiver .
“ don't … apologise , my love … ” thus spoke the phoenix , running the tips of her fingers through the lilies , upon which she seemed to linger for a little while , cherishing them the most . it was the flower of the fifth division after all , the origin of their budding romance .
“ you … you didn't have to go out of your way , to … cultivate … all this . ”
the usually so eloquent LADY MOMO seemed to be at a loss for words , eyes widening as she allowed herself to be led away to the area with herbs and produce .
“ i … never imagined that you'd … actually take some of your valuable time to … set up a garden for me , and … ”
the false sky would give way for twinkling stars , drawing attention to yet another shared hobby of theirs : stargazing , on the roofs of the fifth division . she would innocently take her captain aizen's hand , and lead him upstairs to watch the stars and the fireworks during festivals .
tears , streamed down her face ; happy tears , affirming once more that she'd make the right decision in following him , and dedicating her entire self to him and his goals .
she kissed aizen with abandon , hands trembling as they grasped his neck and cheek , tears yet flowing freely and body shivering all over . a lightheadedness came upon her , likely from the emotion and the fervour with which she pressed her lips and body against his .
no longer captain and lieutenant , no longer did they need to hide their relationship from the prying eyes of the gotei thirteen … here , in the citadel of las noches , lord aizen and lady momo could be entirely themselves — their true , authentic selves .
“ you honour me , sōsuke … ” she whispered inbetween kisses , “ i'm afraid words aren't enough to convey the joy in my heart . ”
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