#indawns

[aicidos]

❝ you hate it, that’s why it hates you. ❞ w.g.g. at cloud but its about the cat that won't let cloud pet it

   behind him, genji's voice flickers that same instinctive alarm of defensiveness cloud only recently became aware of.  “  what ?  hate it ?  i don't hate it !  ”  again, it's an instinct, all the frowning and, on an equally noticeable degree, pouting. he's still kneeling after the cat left to hide behind genji's leg, remaining defeated and .  .  . a little jealous. but jealousy isn't the way he wants to maneuver the slums——— and, distantly, he remembers the fair share of envying he did as a kid. so, his frown dissipates along with the sigh he lets out. alright. better now.

  (  what is it with genji inadvertently inspiring him to actually think, anyway ?  )

   “  .  .  . guess i still give off some mako. or. somethin'.  ”  he dusts off the dirt from his knees, turning to face him. and the damn cat. ugh.  “  i just can't believe they're not scared of you. since, you know.  ”  he’s .  .  . very cyborg looking and all. he wonders briefly if genji has some kind of heating on his legs, and if that's what draws the cats in. hm. is that cheating ?  cloud thinks it's cheating.

[toketsuu]

‘ . . . . lieutenant. ‘      toshiro greeted the pale faced man, discerning eye taking in the dark shadows and overtaxed traces on the other. he had been doing a commendable effort ever since gin’s deflection to that traitor aizen’s side, but the struggles of leadership were wearing on him.     ‘ how have you been? any news? ‘     @indawns​

[bunneiz]

         the newcomer finds herself holding back her laugh when she looks at the  man.  her cheeks puff up;  like a rabbit;  and she’s looking straight at genji. well, not exactly genji himself,  more rather his ridiculous green hair.  her cheeks pop and now she’s laughing now,  (   how embarrassing!   )   but thankfully it only takes hana a moment to regain herself.  ❛   you know,  if you turned orange you’d become a carrot!    ❜  she mocked:   moving her hair to resemble his.    @indawns​   .

[aicidos]

  it seems merle gave tifa a spare key to his room, and then tifa gave it to genji---------  that’s the childishly petty stream of consciousness cloud musters as his door cracks open, natural light trailing up to bounce around the apartment uncomfortably.  “  go away,  ”  he groans, eyes not quite fluttering completely open yet. cloud turns his back to him. very, very maturely.  “  i don’t need a babysitter.  ”  except, he  .  .  . kind of really does, if the thin layer of sweat induced by a faint mako-induced fever is anything to go by. well, at least he’s not delirious anymore.  @indawns.

[ad-melixra]

@indawns​ asked:

“Ah...Nanao-chan, why not celebrate with me? You’re old enough for a drink, but we’ve never shared one! I would consider that a shame, wouldn’t you?” from kyoraku!

“... I suppose.” It was odd, not being able to find an excuse for once. Nanao knew the other was smart, but he always allowed her to artfully dance her way out of such things with words of responsibility or something of the sort; the fact that she couldn’t now meant he knew she needed this more than she required her careful introspectection she seemed to favour. Perhaps he could read it in the subtle tremor of slender fingers as they had passed out paperwork all day, or the darting of her violet gaze as anyone approached. It was a hard day for her, even though nothing of interest or particular stress had occured - though that was how that horrible tangible anxiety was sometimes, rearing its ugly head despite everything that assured her otherwise. 

She was secretly grateful for the older man’s perceptiveness. 

“Just one though, Captain.” She allows a timid smile, sitting down across from him. Grateful that he’d found a way to force her out of her lonesome that sometimes choked her. “I’m not as good a drinker as you and there’s still work tomorrow” even to her own ears the warning sounded somewhat half-hearted, “... and, thank you for the offer.”

[karakura]

      𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗸𝗲𝘆,   𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗳𝗲𝗶𝘁.   the decision had been simple,   born out of a notion that had not required much thought.   reckless haste.   tarnished renown.   fleeting devotion.   to throw abarai renji within a cell   &   have him sit on his own wounds had not earned a sliver of sympathy.   mere moments before,   slate grey hues were witness   to the quiet submission   the childhood friend of the rokubantai’s fukutaichō had shown.

      the syllables upon the lips of kuchiki byakuya had been cast   without revealing a single shade   of his thoughts.   none would be privy to quiet contemplation,   lest kira be given   𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲.   the captain would only present him with frigid insouciance,   gaze not cast on the wounded subordinate at his feet.   the statement was sharp.

      ❛      even if you had found him on time   &   had put forth the claim to join the battle,   his insolence would not have permitted you.      ❜      @indawns      /      ◇

[silkbladed]

@indawns​ said:

“ i’m not afraid to die, just wish i could live a little first. ” from kyoraku!

the concept of death is not something foreign, even to soul reapers themselves. it always intrigued her — how the strong ones portray cowardice or regret before the possibility of losing their lives. as for the specific man who happens to be uttering those words, regret sounds like a sentiment he feels at the moment.

bizarre. he always seemed like the person who made sure to enjoy life first, duties second. what could possibly trigger this reaction ?

❝ your recovery shall be swift, kyōraku - taichō. hold onto your word and once the danger shall pass, we shall indulge into a cup of sake or two. doctor’s treat. yes ? ❞  

[coyotefaced]

@indawns​ said: “ he looked at me like i was stupid. i’m not stupid. ”

“ ... that’s just how he is sometimes ”

           it’s said quietly, reverently. he gets a look from over the cyborg’s shoulder, from a man with a neon red braid and a glowering, withering stare. words are shared between them over the expanse of the hallway, come get it. silent, taunting glares. the cowboy looks away. 

“ .... he’s taking... everything a little hard ”

like you’re not? like you’re immune from this grief? take stock again, kid. 

            “ you ain’t stupid, shimada. you ain’t even deservin’ of it ”

does he mean the position? his life? whatever shoes he’s been deigned to fill from orders on high? rooster’s fury, at least. he leads him away.