Aizen I love you 😳🥺
a confession by a doe-eyed innocent--? it's not the first time it's occurred, unfortunately. how used he became during his time as fukutaichou and then taichou of such dewy-eyed professions of emotion from those he remained utterly indifferent towards. professions of affection in the academy had become professions of love as he’d risen in rank in the gobantai, but how neatly he had turned such things away. he was, after all, a professional. and ever were his eyes caught by the wealth of sunlight which draped over a slim back -- or by the threads of moonlight which crowned the shadow who swayed playfully along within his wake?
doe-eyed profusions of emotion from absolute strangers. how distasteful. how discomforting. he would be glad to tell gin of this later, hear whatever teasing coos escaped from the mouth of his snake. as it was, only a hint of narrowed eyes ensued to convey disinterest - perhaps more than disinterest. indifference. no, his eyes were caught by others -- by sharp tongues and wide-curving mouths. his hands would catch the sun and the moon -- they belonged to him, after all. they were his. why would he ever want another--? two singular men -- ah. his. his and his alone. but when he spoke, he sounded almost bored. not the first time someone had offered him a confession -- perhaps never the last.
how tedious.
❝ you will find i am largely indifferent towards such things. i bear no affection for strangers. you would do well to never say such a thing to me again. ❞ ah -- that’s what it was. that’s what he conveyed.
contempt.
