#levaer

[pacifv]

mik. doodles feat. @levaer

[silkbladed]

@levaer​ pressed ♥ !

❝ ah — just in time. ❞

she does not need to shift her attention at the approaching figure, her senses sharp enough to recognize the absence of traditional spiritual pressure. it is not hollow - like, not exactly human either. 

the kind of power she had almost erased from the depths of her memory. 

how nostalgic.

❝ keeping a spare cup for unexpected visitors is a good habit to have, i suppose. ❞ 

without requesting permission, she proceeds with the task of pouring a cup of warm tea for the unknown guest. not even once her demeanor changes, as if the occasion is utterly normal. then again, she was never the person to draw her blade first, not anymore at least.

hopefully, she shall not have to find the need to indulge into any kind of situation, one which involves blood. then again, she cannot blame the other party if ever wishes so.

[2ndhornet]

     ❛ It depends on the day, the extend of all my worthless rage. I'm not angry anymore. ❜

// @levaer​​ !! ✖

[bazz-b]

Askin’ The Right Questions

There was a fundamental injustice at work within the Wandenreich. Well, there were probably a handful of those on any given day, but Bazz-B had decided to focus his attention on one particular slight against his prowess. It was enough of a sin that he wasn’t leading this entire organization (a gripe for a different day and more sympathetic audience), and he supposed it made sense that Jugo should be second-in-charge of it all (the dork lived for that sort of admin work). But to accept that he, Bazz-B, the Heat, the most kick-ass, bad-ass, good-guy Quincy--

That HE wasn’t even a member of the Schutzstaffel-- it was ludicrous.

And the best way to get the job you’re not being interviewed for is to accost someone in the street about it, without pretext or context. “I deserve a promotion and a pay rise.” @levaer​

[galevano]

        “  quit being a showoff and just do your job already!  we get it,  okay??  ”

       [   @levaer​​​​​​      ❤ ‘d     for a starter !!   ]

[blooming5th]

     even though it has been a good while past the explosions that threw the fifth’s pair to a state of disorder, the Lieutenant still finds it incredibly hard to breathe. the dust & the heavy odour of carbon monoxide caused a coughing fit to the youngest Shinigami as she rested by the side of her unconscious Captain. there’s fear lingering in the way she glanced at the blond, hoping that this feeling of desperation will soon be over. sure enough, the sight of an ice paladin in the skies above - perpetually prepared to break in through the war field & put an end to the pressure of battle - was reassuring enough... however... there’s certainly more Hinamori can do other than hiding with Hirako & praying for his quick rehabilitation.

     out of nowhere, coming from not too far behind their current location, the raven girl can listen to approaching steps. & right after taking one last look at the slumbering face of her injured Captain, she comes to terms with herself: it’s time to fight. it’s time to do the next right thing, no matter the cost! valiantly standing on her feet & stepping out from her hiding place, she yells:

     ❛ Who goes there?! Show yourself! ❜

// @levaer​​ 🌸

[pacifv]

        * @levaer​ said: "i'm sure i saw you around some nights ago. not sure if you patrol the castle at night or you're just another little owl, though. the former would be unsettling."

          perceptive . as expected of master nakk le vaar . lets enhace the unsettling feeling ... ‘ oh , it was certainly me . I do patrols during day and night , master nakk le vaar . I wonder what you find so unsettling about it . ‘ perhaps it was how silently she walked , only clicking her heels in the middle of a dark hall at midnight . looking like a damned smiling ghost .

          ‘ I am yet just another owl . a very cute one , if you allow me to add . ‘ a chuckle , it was necessary to add such comment . 

[karakura]

      ❛      you were promoted.      ❜      𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗽𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁,   simplicity awakened by keen eyes watching the other in cold sobriety.   all semblance of jealousy at the newfound position was not to be unriddled in cang du's grasp   ——   he merely looked on,   his own prey having slipped through the cracks of his fingertips.   it had been a bitter aftertaste on his mind,   one that he had masked with indifference.   not even the likes of the man stood before him could undo such composure,   words escaping past scarred lips.      ❛      his majesty must view you as important then,   nakk le vaar.      ❜      @levaer      /      ◇