█▒♚; Thoughts would unconsciously drift to him whilst waiting his return. And while she was quite patient with his return home, he had taken some time--near after MIDNIGHT, and still his appearance had yet to show. Lips would form a tenacious line as the tea lose it's heat and slowly revert back to cold, as the crisp night air. Cerulean orbs raised, so her line of vision was in that of the moon's. Lashes would flutter as alabaster lids closed and shut, brows knitted gently.
She ATTEMPTED to turn those worries to the moon, hoping that the b r i l l i a n c e would drown them out whilst she enjoyed it's BEAUTY. Despite her efforts to, her doubt would overcome her. Becoming skittish, she wondered if she should see if something had gone wrong. Her concerns growing larger and larger by the second. How incredibly unusual for the lady to be so FICKLE, how she was trained to be still and graceful.
Unable to erase those doubts away, she decided to set for the 6th division. She would slip away like a ghost--no one would notice her gone;hopefully. Clutching her haori closer as the night grow less forgiving, she took a back exit out of the estate, one that is rarely used or even known. Oh, how laughable, what a perfect situation to kidnap or assassinate the lady, surely if other's in the Kuchiki Clan knew about this, they would create an immense fuss. Leaving the estate in the middle of the night without escort, alone and unguarded. As breath expelled, it would be made visual by the frigid air. One hand would always unconsciously hold her haori closed. Slightly dry faded falu lips set in a straight line once more as she came upon the entrance.