#v.clemency

[jiiaian]

@zangaiakuma​ : “I’m  not  interested  in  information  with  any  bias.  I  just  want  the  truth. ”  not  even  batting  an  eye.

“Very well.” He squared his shoulders, growing frustrated by the inquest. “I came here, I nearly took the life of one of the most esteemed Lieutenants in a very undignified manner. I was defeated by a petulant child, and then I was sacrificed by the man I had entrusted with all of my loyalty.” He stared her down, unwavering. “It was a bloodbath. It was chaos. I lost many of my friends.”

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hanabiira replied to your post “☔️ he should’ve come in from the rain an hour ago, yet he remains...”

"Of course I do. You're soaked." there is a soft sternness to her voice, like she's disappointed, worried maybe. If he continues to do such things he may become ill.

“...of course.” He is suddenly so aware of the chill running through him. He has lost some mass since the war...he’s skinnier now, more susceptible to cold, to weakness. He begins his shiver as he struggles to his feet, frowning at the mud on his pants. It is a poor time for him to realize he is fond of her, so covered in filth. Pity is no way to earn adoration. 

But, bravely, he takes the umbrella from her, holding it over both of their heads. He looks down upon her with trembling, parted lips. 

“I’ll make tea. It is my fault, anyway...” That he will get mud all over her foyer. That he should be too ill to work.

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@rangikusan from behind-the-scenes

“M-my place…?” He stumbles after her, toes and fingers hot and numb. He’s dizzy with it, as if he’s never kissed anyone before. He is not all that experienced, but it ought not to feel so new, so exhilarating. Maybe it’s because he hadn’t expected it. Maybe it’s because his feelings are vague and lustful, rather than deep and caring. “It’s quite small.”

Nonetheless he guides her to it, striding swiftly as if on a mission. God, the longer he thinks about it the more desperate he is to bed her. Mercilessly and full for penance. To see her skin, to peel back her clothes and have his lips upon her every inch— he twitches already, and he is glad of the twilight masking their journey.

“Here.” He fumbles with the door, but finally it opens and he pulls her inside with such gusto, twirling her into his arms as if romantic and sweet. His kiss this time is needier, possessive. He wraps himself around her like a shield.

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@caeleste-imperator // STARTER.

Admittedly, the tenth division was the last place he ought to want to be. But he felt a little aimless, more so than ever. There was simply nothing for him here, it seemed. When not surrounded by those who had come to tolerate him, he was still an enemy of the state, so to speak.

“I’m just passing through. There’s no need to greet me.” Wandering past yet another place he did not belong.

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@zetsumei-shuuto :  Leered at. "Weird hawk scratches. Did it try giving you a back massage?" He was so full of shit.

“...no.” He had been stupid not to prepare for this instance. “Um...I would rather not say.”

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@hajiike from //

“...do you care for me much?” That is the most graceful way he can think to say it. “Everyone seems to think...” He has undoubtedly made a mistake, doing this. But it seems to spill from him. “Do not answer. I have bothered you enough.”

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@hanabiira // STARTER.

“I think I might be allergic to this--” He held out the tiger lily by the stem, covering his watering eyes and struggling to speak. “If my throat closes up and I cannot breathe, would you please give a message to Momo?”

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@zetsumei-shuuto from //

“I mean sake. Sake is not good. In general.” Regardless, ever sorrowful, he took another sip. “Why have you even invited me if you are going to insult me all the while?”