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@vankaarten ( For Rangiku. )
S he harbored a sense of displacement within the eating establishment, drifting in a wave of guffawing men and tittering women inebriating amongst each other's company. --------- She was a candlelight whose illuminant flame was extinguished whilst those of her camaraderies thrived exquisitely as if naught had even transpired. -- She aspired to be as lustrously nonchalant as them one day. ---- But her thoughts wandered, lost in a viscous entrapment, designed as an adherent quagmire, of vestigial mendacity and unconfident indecision. - Aizen was now imprisoned in Muken 'neath them, profoundly underground. ---- A subterranean locality that prohibits him from reaching her to further control and manipulate. -------- But even so, she worries, worries, worries, nonsensical Hinamori, she'd continuously epithet herself in front of any existent mirror she passes. No wonder those 'round her keep scrutinizing her perched assemble with eyne imbued with conspicuous sympathy. She exhales,staring woefully at her empty sake glass. The entrance door's bell reverberates its sing-song greeting, heralding the arrival of a woman as she treaded across its threshold with effusive jubilation. Outer-presentation alternates, a simper, imitative in disposition, etches 'pon her countenance. " Rangiku. -- Over here! " she calls out to her chirpily, beckoning her to join with a guiding gesture.
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M isunderstood was she; a woman of survivability, beautified grace, and unfathomable ambitions. ------ She had outlived the heartlessness of her abusers, of Quietus's cocoon, and thus bourgeoned into a butterfly whose wings blazed influentially with strength and brilliance. --Treading amongst the corridors of the Fifth division, she locates her captain, a blond individual whose partialities were distinctive and interestingly conforming for his temperament in personage, and gestures for his engagement." Hirako-Taichou! --- I've walked through the entire barracks looking for you."vexation bled amidst, hand 'pon hip.
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