#ofcentvries

[lumoire-archived]

                      the past few days had been unusually quiet  —  too quiet in jiaoqiu's opinion.  the silence stirred his suspicion,  especially when it came to what the general might be scheming.  he wasn't entirely sure how it started,  but somehow,  the two had fallen into a routine of pulling harmless pranks on each other.  it was an amusing way to pass the time,  a welcome distraction that brought some relief to otherwise long days.   

                      that afternoon,  the foxian found hismself seated outside a tea house,  his elbow propped lazily on the table as his gaze wandered toward the shimmering lake nearby.  to his mild surprise,  he noticed the spot reserved beside him wasn't empty for long.  jing yuan was being led to the seat next to his own.  jiaoqiu's ears twitched slightly,  though his expression remained composed,  lips curling into a faint and teasing smile.   ❝   missed me @ofcentvries ?   ❞   he quipped voice light with amusement.  his fan flicked open with a casual motion,  shielding part of his face as golden eyes glimmered with playful suspicion.   ❝   to think,  out of all tea houses , you chose this one.   ❞ 

                      though spoken in a jest,  part of him remained warry.  if this playful rivalry had taught him one thing it is that nothing was ever coincidental when it came to the general.   ❝   it has been quiet lately,   ❞   he remarked.  his relaxed gaze lingering on the general.   ❝   should i be worried ?   ❞  

[ketsumyo]

Is he going to stop what he’s doing, well yes he is. There is only a deathly chilly silence followed by a rather flatlined stare from Toshiro, all directed right at Tsubaki. “ Care to repeat that. ” // from good ole captain hitsugaya : )

umprompted // always accepting

血妙 | IT WAS A SILENCE you could feel. a cold, cutting thing. one that settled in the bones.

“ I-I . . . ” the syllables struggled on her tongue, betraying her hesitation—unintentional, but damning.  she was buying herself time, grasping at options: lie—spin something plausible, string together a phonetic ghost of what had slipped her lips and pray it passed as truth. or—take ownership, suffer the weight of accountability, and endure the inevitable scrutiny.

unfortunately, the right course of action was often the least pleasant ( oh, the loathsome but just bushidō way . . . )

and this ? this was made all the more excruciating by one, simple, immutable fact:

kuragane tsubaki knew boys.

she knew their impish ways, their cunning—their love for cornering an opponent into confession, the way they seized upon weakness like wolves scenting the blood of the hunt. but when the boy in question was your superior officer, what you did or did not know ceased to matter. the game was already lost.

she sighed. a long, slow exhalation of defeat. her shoulders dropped, the motion edged with such abject surrender it might have been comedic ( at least, comedic for everyone but kuragane tsubaki herself, who was presently experience nothing short of the slow, torturous death of her dignity )

 . . perhaps one last try ? 

“ I would love to, of course, hitsugaya-taichō, ” she began, her voice a masterful, trembling tightrope walk between polite formality and the dawning, suffocating horror of someone realising—far, far too late—that they had spoken without thinking.

that was it. she was locked in. the high-stakes, all-or-nothing gamble.

the I’ll call your bluff play. 

she cleared her throat. if you’re going to crash, crash spectacularly.

“ buuuut . . . some of what I just said is classified and falls under eighth division intelligence protocols. ” she managed to keep her tone measured, as though her brain wasn’t furiously recalling old, near-forgotten laws of military classification in real-time. “ I’d need formal clearance from my captain—and surely that’s not necessary, r-right ? ”

. . . there was a forced, almost pleading optimism in the way she tacked on that last question.

[herotheisms]

@ofcentvries requested... Albedo's presence? (for Dainsleif!)

❛❛ The traveler is not here. They haven't been here for quite some time. ❜❜ Dragonspine had grown colder with its silence and its freezing temperatures. And yet, the stranger that stood before him had something colder within him that the alchemist couldn't decipher. ❛❛ Is that all? You may stay awhile to let the winds settle before you depart. ❜❜

[halothes-archived]

                     ❝   wake up @ofcentvries    ❞  sunday murmurs as he gently pokes the other's cheek.  he's long since gotten used to how easily the other dozes off,  but even still.  it's impressive how someone can fall asleep so fast and so deeply.  he sighs.  his hand shifts from cheek to shoulder,  giving a light shake, more insistent this time.  finally,  there's movement.   ❝   good,  you're awake.  we have band practice soon.    ❞

[naturesbeat]

A Fable of Gods Sentence Starters // ACCEPTING » @ofcentvries ( Momo ) said: “ Speak of the sun and it shall shine.”

𝙽𝙰𝙽𝙰𝙾 𝙱𝙸𝚃 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝚁𝙶𝙴 to answer with the converse: speak of the devil, and he shall appear. None of them needed such a reminder — least of all Hinamori. She had spent more days in the devil’s shadow than any of them cared to recall; that she remembered the sun at all was a testament to her resilience. Far be it from her to summon the clouds. 

“Thank you for the reminder, Hinamori-San. I’ll endeavor to keep things — light.” 

[reversescale]

@ofcentvries -- ;

This year, as any year, the Wardance promised to be a garish, needless spectacle that seemed more boastful than an event that boosted morale and camaraderie across the Alliance. From the grandstands aboard the Skysplitter, the Six Charioteers, the General, and High Elder were given their own balcony to occupy like clouds above the earth. Dan Heng studied the opening ceremony as the contenders were filed out to great fanfare with immense disinterest, fanning himself with a folding fan in the midday heat.

It was only when a taller shadow blocked out the sun that the High Elder's lips curled slightly in disdain, glancing scornfully sidelong at the man's arrival.

"Did you sleep in late again, General?" he greeted bitingly.

[aftapati]

( * / @ofcentvries )

❛ Goodness gracious. ❜

Gloved hands were gathered behind his back, as one unbinded nuance of umber would glance at the Soul Reaper of captaincy class, with impassibility. Almost accustomed to such predictable comportment, yet little care he had to spare. Lieu, his words could act as the oil to the fire, depending the person or the circumstance he is presented with.

❛ I have made abudantly clear that petulance should not represent you, given your current status. But your behaviour has yet to cease in disappointing me. ❜

[aftapati]

❛  i'm not the same helpless little girl i used to be. now i can finally defend myself against you.  ❜ / *whistles* :X

( * / @ofcentvries / unprompted )

❛ Quite a bold statement, Hinamori - kun. ❜

An arch of slender brow displayed forthwith upon half - concealed illustration of ascendancy, as the words resonating the ambiance acted as the promptitude for paltry amusement to arise. His back finding comfort on the harsh concrete surface of the structure behind him, as gloved arms had made a folded arrangement thereunder garmented thorax.

In contradistinction to the past, there was notable determination oozing from her. Any favouring emotionalism she held in possession for him was absent --- Good. In a particularity of a circumstance where it held minimal significance, there was a spark of momentousness that captured his attention, solely due to the unexpectancy lurking. The impactfulness he once had at her was now eviscerated, replaced with sentimentality that even he, has yet to interpret. And whilst he would never subject himself in such farcical entertainment, the element of inquisitiveness was unscathed.

Henceforth, alteration of posture took place, now separating himself from the wall behind him, feet began moving towards her in a slow pattern with the waraji sandal creating a repetitive sound, with the elimination of proximity betwixt them as the reason behind. And now --- standing tall and unimpeded right in front of her, exuding supremacy at maximal capacity, the inclination of his upper body frontwards took transpiration, enough to bring his height identical to hers. Voice about to echo the atmosphere, dropped several octaves.

❛ I hope you can prove such words with actions. ❜

In a moment thereupon, posture took its former poise, with the unveilment of the height difference coming to vision. Soon for another set of words to be professed in a customary sophisticated voice, as if seconds heretofore never happened.

❛ It is aleviating to see that you have finally decided to break the chains that restrained you. Seems like Hirako Shinji had quite the impact on you. ❜