#kuroimibojin

[utmostzenith]

He finds himself in the presence of the woman again. Never expecting her to show, but always willing to spend the moment with her. Not one to seek companionship, but if a person is keen to learn about him. He won't stop them from trying. Furthermore, it plays in her favor that she has a captivating appearance. A step is made to the side for the woman to enter. He has grown comfortable around her.

Should I make you some tea? // @kuroimibojin

[desuetmort]

pink azalea : maternal love

𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒍  𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔     / accepting !

pink azalea : maternal love ( does not necessarily have to be gendered ) from parental figure to child

a-yeong is scared to admit her feelings at times but she feels the same way towards shutara, that is her mother figure and all.

[ofamess]

There is her husband~

There  was  a  hum  from  his  lips  for  a  moment.  "  Helloo  Shutara"  a  chuckle  from  his  lips  for  a  moment.  "  How  is  one  of  those  beautiful  woman  in  my  life~  "

[inmensapotentia]

you poor, sweet, innocent thing. [ izuru! ]

Honey gold eyes widened at the Great Weaver's words, but only heartbeats later he curled forward trying to suppress his laughs. Not that he completely managed, a handful of sharp sounds spluttering past his lips at the thought. Him? Innocent? Him?

She didn't know of what she spoke.

Innocence had been stripped of him, everything he had, everything he was, laid bare and judged. Taken and bent, twisted, until he wasn't even sure who or what he was anymore.

Pleasure turned to pain and back to pleasure, body and mind pulled apart and placed back together. Just how his Captain wished.

Even now, with his Captain held in the Maggot's Nest, Izuru longed for the strange peace that he found in that tangled web of pleasure-pain-pleasure that made thinking impossible. It was the hunger for that which had dropped him so smoothly to his knees at her sharp words; whether she'd expected that response to rebuking him or not. The flash of sensation caused by his knees hitting stone had left his breath catching as he watched her, wanting, needing, the cruelty he could see in her eyes.

Perhaps it was wrong for him to wish to experience her viciousness, but he had long learned to thrive in that space where nothing mattered so long as he did as he was told.

After a few moments, he managed to calm himself and straightened up again. Though he didn't even try to meet her eye, training kicking in as it so rarely did with anyone but him. Licking his lips, Izuru had to try a couple times to manage to actually speak, no sound or only a couple crackles leaving his throat to start with.

"Apologies, I did not mean to laugh at you. I accept my punishment, I had no right to be so rude." Whether she had one planned or not, the words had slipped past his lips on habit from the decades he'd spent at his Captain's mercy.

As limited as it was.

If he were lucky, perhaps hers would be similarly minimal.

[kikaichuno]

Her student has been silent lately, making the shinigami glide toward him after training. "Do you desire to escape?"

Shino looks up from the ground his gaze has been fixated on for a while now, lost in thought. Many thoughts, not necessarily about the subject Shutara came to bring up, but not quite far from it either.

"Shutara-san... I do not. However..." He looks in the distance in front of him; a world so dark yet so clear. "I desire to be less lonely, and sometimes I wonder if I could find it elsewhere... But I do not plan on escaping." These thoughts were with him in his time on earth as a living being and they followed him here. They have never led him to escape or betray, he is loyal.

[utmostzenith]

@kuroimibojin asked:

Multiple hands extend a new robe to him after his return, fingertips tracing the new scars. A small smile played as she slipped his arm into the sleeve, the shinigami proud of the work she placed for him.

He remains still, his eyes on the new robe she has taken the time to make. There are times he forgets just how skilled she is with her fingers. His gaze lifts to her eyes, wordless as she seems to show her interest in a freshly acquired scar made from something that prevents proper healing. He keeps his arms still as she slips them into the sleeves. A second is taken to admire himself with the new outfit done by her. His lips are curved by a grin; he seems satisfied with it.

Making a turn on his feet to face her, cupping her face, and leaning to steal a kiss. But even as he leans backward for a second, he wastes no time in planting a kiss on her mouth again. Exercising self-control and putting some distance between them. This feels so comfortable to wear. Perhaps it is a reward for coming back alive again or a way for her to say she has missed him? Nevertheless, such is welcomed with open hands by the saiyan.

[utmostzenith]

Tenderly runs one of her hands down his cheek, a soft yet subtle smile on her face. ❝ Would you ever kill for me? ❞

He just stands there, confused by the words. Words that he did not expect from her. By no means does he mind such a question, though. This is hardly the first time he has been asked such a question. Something he has never cared to ask someone else. He leans into her touch, even if the warmness of her hands are never away for too long. He cannot help but still long for her touch. Love is still a feeling he has not experienced in many years. To learn to love again is more challenging, but he is certain of his love for her. I would burn the world for you. He has already turned a planet into dust before, and doing so again would not be an issue. The death of many in the blink of an eye.

You make me feel things I haven't felt for a long time. I wouldn't die for your sake, but ask me to rip apart the throat of someone with my teeth, and I will. His own words surprised him. They felt so natural, so normal. Was he that infatuated with her? Even so, when realizing that, he understood he was fine with it. I love you so much more than I thought.

[inmensapotentia]

Grabs Izuru's chin and cradles it as she stares into his eyes. ❝ You appear very breakable today ... It's tempting me to play with you. ❞

The blond stiffened when the Great Weaver caught his chin, but he made no other movement. Not even his eyes raising. He wouldn't dare meet her eye, not when his mind still swam in the submission he'd once offered his Captain.

It wasn't often that it happened, but sometimes he had dreams, memories, that he just couldn't quite shake off upon waking. And while he tried to hide it, he'd known she'd see right through him. But it wasn't like he could have avoided her the way he did Rangiku or Shuuhei on days like this. No, he just had to deal with her seeing just how broken he was, the way he still longed for his Captain's touch, for someone's touch. To hand his body to someone, to give up his barely held control, to let his strength fall apart and his weaknesses to breathe.

"I won't say no..." No, he was far too well trained for that.