#alphaseventh

               @alphaseventh​ said: Guess what time it is! He's got his leash already on!

   Crazy exes? Well he’d never really had a true relationship before, “You will be my first when this ends.”    

“Is that right?” She hummed, promptly ignoring that phrasing.

“So four days! We should get started then huh? I’m thinking we should plan things out. First day we should do the whole honeymoon thing. We can plan the vacation, but then get stuck in the airport for an extra night, so when we finally arrive we’re all grumpy. Then it rains the whole time and we have to listen to those stupid bitch couples who got to do all the fun stuff before the weather turned bad. Naturally one of them will become our rivals, and I will look at you expectantly at various periods of the night expectantly any time the husband does anything remotely romantic. You know that ‘MM, must be nice’, look.

"Soi Fong-taichou are you up next for a shoulder ride?"

“What?” She wasn’t entirely sure she’d heard that right. Did he really just offer her a ride on his shoulder? On one hand she wasn’t surprised, he seemed like the type to do that. On the other hand she wrestled with the offer,  accepting it or not. 

Looking up to her fellow Captain it was almost... daunting just how tall he was, at least compared to her. 

Iba is taking care of the Seventh today, and Muguruma and Kuna the Ninth. When Komamura had invited Shuuhei on a picnic, of course Shuuhei wouldn’t refuse. Even if it does feel a little like ditching work. Ah, well. They’ve been through a lot. And they’ve learned the hard way not to take each other for granted.

One minute, Fang was minding her own business trying to fix her leather jacket, and the next she was face licked into absolute silence. It was out of no where and left her blinking for a time. She was certain a portion of her hair was stuck straight up after the tongue lickening was finished.

                          A top the ledge of a steep cliffside, situated at the outskirts of the Seireitei, occupied  a restless  youth as  he wordlessly  positioned in front  of a scarcely  acknowledged gravestone, osmosing the agreeable zephyr of the evening within  ----  the grave of Kaname’s long-passed friend. Often would he encounter the philosophic man here, in deep thought, and unshyly engage into profound conversations with him --  but at the contemporary time, he was no longer existent. Deceased. Murdered by the one he had intended to assist combatively for perpetuity if it resultingly meant an ultimate redemption.  - A complete fool, inundated in thick, unchanging, wrath and greed for vengeance,  he was,  but a mentor he additionally had been for him, for Shuuhei, and the underlings he had chosen to forsake in trade for immoral power. 

            He had become naught dissimilar than a monstrosity; someone unrecognizable.

                              Fingertips would seldom twitch, partly due to frostbite, and partly due to his nervous system. Not yet completely adapted to his newly-constructed  appendage; Aizen had purloined him of his  Left limbs as If they were bread for his  egotistical taken.  How foolish he had been in  that battle  ----  to blindly permit  his emotions to bequeath  him so much loss.  A painful reminder that he must do better -- he must, as in obligatory,  solidify his heart further -- he must --  he exhales a sharp breath then,  enclosing his wretched reminder  of a hand into a loose fist. He had priorly been training to hone his strength, stringently so, for hours sans rest or interruptions, in lofty hopes of dominating his elemental abilities more fluently and with zero potentiality for pitiful deficiencies. -  Attention keenly focused, he’s gazing at the beautiful sky.