誇り

scatter like sword-song.

[shuukei]

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[shuukei]

I’ve made a bunch of posts across my blogs already, but today’s the first day of normalcy. The whole house had covid and we’re finally feeling better. I hope everyone’s doing well!

[shuukei]

Sorry about the absence. I have multiple blogs, but I’ve also been tending to a sick household.

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[shuukei]

                             𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅-𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒈;

                       independent & highly selective byakuya kuchiki                                      as portrayed by  valkyrie.

[shuukei]

i miss my Soi some days. i should redo her icons and see if the muse sparks.

[shuukei]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

@shunshn​ asked: ‘ where do you hide in a small town like this? ’

          𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐫, her presence would be unnecessary && that of dismissal . But alas, it is duty that brings such to the forefront of circumstantial affiliation. He says naught. Perched at rooftop’s edge overlooking quaint town. The stench of damnation precedes the roar that pierces the air && threatens to crack the sky in two. && yet he makes no sign of worriment. Unfazed && pressured none of what is to come. Denizens of shadow that will fall at blade && petal.            && he waits. For this is no game of cat && mouse. He will eradicate. The foundation of his name is telling enough of what will unfold on this evening. Her words garnering only the momentary lapse of glance in her direction meant only to acknowledge. He is collectively engrained in warring perpetuity.

[ak47melee]

[shuukei]

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 

@ryusxnka​ asked: ‘ He was unconscious when I found him. ’

          𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐢 settle upon the sight of fallen lieutenant. Shallow breaths that rattle the lungs turned brittle from battle. Exhaustion having claimed him, scarlet having stained him; defeat so sour a veil. But alas, no matter the state of fukutaichou, Kuchiki Byakuya presses onward in rhythmic stride. A calculative consideration midst scenery: this domain is pondered upon, picked apart, && reconstructed in his mind’s eye. && yet no more than prior stare had befallen fukutaichou regardless of battered state. It is the outcome of failure no matter the strength sang high on lips && training that would otherwise deem such as factual. For battle is the deciding factor in one’s place. To crumble beneath crushing wave or rise high.            “The fourth division will tend to the wounded.” He does not refer to the second seat as aught else. For it is only then that stern gaze wades over the crest of ivory shoulder to fellow captain therein. Affirming his words. Because despite so callous a persona, within him is the ability to discern the severity of the situation. That one of high ranking stature among the gotei 13 would find themselves outmatched, outranked, outwitted---blasphemous. Unthinkable. Moreover when the true skill of the wounded is taken into account. The years that have passed && countless bouts of training witnessed. There is no denying the work the mentioned has put in to redeem himself from the day he fell by his own captain’s hands. A thousand blades ever unforgiving.                              But that means naught in the face of the stronger. 

[shuukei]

you know what this whole thing about the kenseikan reminds me of

those little like filler bits in the series in the conference/classrooms 

[shuukei]

𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐫𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐚;

her  eyes  widen.  how  he  manages  to  always  know  when  she  felt  even  the  smallest  ounce  of  strife,  she  may  never  know.  “  ..  m-my  apologies  ..  i  ..  i  believe  i’ve  been  wearing  too  much  of  my  emotions  for  people  to  see  more  clearly.  i  will  do  better  —  ”

          𝐒𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐝 on kin. Skepticism whirls in marrow akin sakura petals that dance on midnight breeze. Toiling through the air of made haste to the grand beyond. A rite of passage between reality && dreamscape. && yet he indulges only the reality. Calculated happenstance, expectations held high; a pedestal of prowess he upholds && remembers well. She has long since been held to the same statute. They are of one pride; she is his.            “You don’t need to lie.” He has long since accepted that she, however, is cut from softer cloth. He accepts that where he is callous && astute, she is soft as blanketing snow. && yet she is fine a warrior as ever one may be.                        “Do not soil the name you carry with baseless deceit.”

[shuukei]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 

@korosakis​ asked: " sooo  what are  they  then ? "  he's  referring  to  the  not-tin-foil in  his  hair.

           ". . . 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 my place as head of the Kuchiki Clan: the kenseikan.” His tone remains calm. Though his gaze fixed upon the other is nothing short of dismissive && disappointed (no matter his acclimation to the informal ways of company).           “Do you have any other questions, Ichigo Kurosaki? I made no arrangements to extend my time to meaningless conversation.”

[shinixgami]

[peroxidestan]

Bleach - Chapter 304

[shuukei]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 

@multispadas​​ asked: "Oi, Captain! Can I use one of those tin foil ya got there? I ran out and I need some to cook my food!" Kensei waved a tray in Byakuya's general direction, a smirk on his face. He knew what those were called, he just liked being annoying. ( Kensei )

           𝐀 𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 yields through nose. There is a particular processing that ensues within the mind; the unfortunate circumstances && following events of a troublesome child. But even so, poise retained. Slender extremity makes quick work of the work neatly stacked before him. && proceeds to combat the situation as best he may.           “I believe you’ve been misled.” Writing finds pause, eyes of slate glancing up to take the other in at face value. “You may leave.”

[shuukei]

I want you all to know that Byakuya is displeased with his hair pieces being referred to as tin foil. Even if he won’t outright whoop your muse’s ass over it.

[shuukei]

I’ll be on a little later. Going out with my little one.