@benosuke. ♡ byakuya hehehehe.
𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘅𝗶𝗼𝗻, the air fleetingly reminiscent against the hollow of his spine. it had beckoned to him unhurriedly, an open invitation —— closer & closer & closer, as if it had wished to draw him into the waiting arms that now rested upon his tall silhouette. the weight buried into his shoulders, as if it was meant to be as soothing as the tip of a dagger. his conscious overruled. it was ever present as kuchiki byakuya vanished from the sight of miyamoto musashi, akin to smoke eluding hands. a vision of arrogance that only the noble knew to display with such refined ease.
❛ you are slow. ❜ 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗽𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝗲𝗲, thunderous in its unmoving silence —— the reprimand was a contradiction on its own, an expression having fallen in place that told nothing of the depths of his mind. insouciance ruled his composure, slate grey hues enigmatic. for an illusionary period of time, he had wondered if her insistence to be trained by the hands of the head of the kuchiki clan was one carved in virtuous intentions. refusal had been in the sleight of his fingers. it would have been folly to think otherwise on the likes of musashi.
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗲𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁. as if she were a moth to a flame, musashi had returned anew as a constant presence —— until the decay of time between her visits had become as negligent as her sheer will to rebuff his decision. as the courtyard surrounding them held its breath, byakuya spoke up once more, the pristine white of his haori billowing against a sea of green. his cadence revealed nought. ❛ even in a futile game of tag, your shunpo is no equal to mine. ❜
send ❛ ♡ ❜ to suddenly hug my muse. / accepting.