#bespctacle

[deicada]

✦ `  /   @bespctacle   (  didn’t  ask  for  this  but  is  getting  it  either  way  !  )

ROUND  &  ROUND  THEY  GO.  does  the  game  of  cat  and  mouse  ever  end  ?      ---      the  officer  gets  a  bit  closer,  the  criminal  steps  back,  they  keep  tabs  on  one  another  &  lure  each  other  in     /     it  always  ends  the  same  way:  no  victors,  no  losers     ...    if  they  don’t  count  the  underlings  taking  the  fault  for  whatever  crime  law  enforcement  wants  to  pin  sōsuke  aizen  for.  they  never  quite  get  it  right,  he  always  walks  free,  that  god - forsaken,  proud  smile  on  his  face  every  damn  time  the  cycle  repeats  never  once  seems  the  leave.

           ❛  you  took  your  time,  officer  oda.  ❜      he  sits  there,  in  the  middle  of  an  interrogation  room,  like  he  owns  the  place.  comfortable  in  his  own  skin,  familiar  with  the  surroundings,  perhaps  a  little  bit  too  much.      ❛  saw  detective  castellanos  on  my  way  to  this  room.  he  got  married  recently,  isn’t  that  right  ?  please,  congratulate  him for me.  ❜

[aicidos]

joseph @ ada : 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

detective oda dont look at me like that pls u make my job harder 😓.....

[truthpursue]

                              “  OH.   DETECTIVE ODA.  “   returning high prosecutor’s a title that sits oddly upon his shoulders,   like a jacket tailored to another man’s measurements.   subjectively ill-suited in some areas,   unbearably heavy in others.   and yet,   he thinks,   eyes raising from the paperwork set before him to catch the gaze of the man that’d entered his office  ( but not without a knock upon the door,   which he appreciates greatly! )  --   he's begun to find comfort in some aspects,   parts that seem to suit him just fine.    “  and to what do i owe this --   visit?  “                    /     @bespctacle !

[maskwrath-blog]

@bespctacle

                 A LAYER OF DUST coated the complex indentations and patterns of the mask. It had been there a very, very long time, and as far as the eye could see it was all that WAS there. Propped up against the wall as it was-- seemingly watching for the door to open with those WIDE, open eyes.

Eyes that seemed to glow in the dark. To shimmer and to pulsate with a dim light. 

‘ Pick it up. ’ The wind, a voice, a whisper. ‘ Come closer! Pick it up. ’

[wargod-archive]

           Gaze was focused upward, keeping unwavering eye - contact on the man as he spoke. Arita was always praised for being an extraordinarily good listener, or at least, the ability to give off the impression of one. Their full attention was on the bespectacled and sharply dressed person accompanying them. He spoke of something quite amazing, something unbelievable and somewhat upsetting deep down. But really Arita wasn’t sure to make out of this attempt at ‘recruiting’ them into their ranks. Hands were folded in their lap, body at ease, their mind began to drift. They simply were not following the conversation. It was difficult and their mind began to wander. Head began to bob slightly, nodding at the other’s words as if they understood anything that they were saying.  ❛ I will...have to think about it. ❜ Arita finally spoke up, a subtle air of worry in their tone but that soon came to pass. ❛ I promise I will. In fact I will have an answer by the end of the day! You just have to do one small thing for me yes? ❜        @bespctacle