#blooming5th

         E xpeditiously and industriously thoroughgoing had the partly-threadbare bristles of  a  broom, sufficiently  constructed  of  resilient  grass  and  bamboo  materials, been repetitiously sweeping, left, right, left, right, ‘gainst the multiple  ligneous  floorboards of a captain’s living quarters. - It’s entirety, approximately two and a halve compartment in scale for one who cares not for  luxuriant  possessions, had been evidently unattended for a lengthy, reprehensible, duration  -  collating  dust  among  other filth in every nook and crevice - as if they were purposely ordained to torment its frustrated proprietor with elevating anxiousness. - Hinamori was on her  way here, texted so twenty minutes ago - and  thus had Hitsugaya, fraught  with nervosity  and  incomprehensible anticipation - forthwith  precipitated his physicality’s velocity to ultimately  finalize  a haste cleanup of his residence, a  locality she had not visited since long-before the winter war began, as well  as setting up his  gaming console for  the evening’s grand heart of  entertainment; She  had optimistically  concurred on the  notion of permitting him to privately  educate her on how to aptly play video games, an  self-indulging  recreation he discloses not to anyone outside of Matsumoto, who wields no self-restraint when it came to the privacy of others, out of fear of procuring any lung  piercing  derisions from people he yearned naught but to receive acceptance. -  Excitable palpitations, or perchance it was mental discharging trepidation, oscillated from his chest whilst his extremity was relieved of its detained commodity, locating it where it  would  not be effortlessly sighted by any likely itinerant eyes that may hold an  innocuous childlike curiosity; interest ‘pon a dull lodge.

..... at least he has a good lieutenant who will help him through it sajfahskjdhfkahsdf

“Oh great, a new one.” Giselle mumbles rolling her eyes. Ever since her idiotic capture by that freak of a captain, the guests and approaching strangers has been seemingly nonstop to her cell. People couldn’t get enough of the sitting freak show, eager to just vent or spew some misplaced anger at the Quincy’s or demand some sort of answer she could never give. It was funny the first few times, to tease and toy and bait them, but after a while it was just tiring.

Here stands another soul reaper, another angry expression, another victim she didn’t know or care to remember. She leans back against her bed, a bored look on her face as she considers the woman stood before her. Small looking, maybe even a little frail but looks can always be deceiving (that philosophy and line of thinking what got Giselle so far in life after all), her eyes though, are burning with a strange emotion that she can’t place. Maybe it’s rage, or sorrow, or just discomfort, but they drew her in. There was something strangely comforting in that, causing so much distrust and hate in a mere stranger. Just to satisfy her curiosity, maybe it would kill her boredom at the very least, Giselle sighs and speaks the first few words. 

                                  @blooming5th​ says: pokes him between his                              brows. ' mou... stop with the frowning, shirō-chan! '

                 H e tiredly, as in indifferently, permits the touch, alike an imperturbable rose endeavoring to completely nascent and ultimately flourish its beautified, influential, appearance, disseminating devoted attentiveness in front, as to distinctly exhibit concern to a world it is wholeheartedly connected to -- to Hinamori, he was, for some equivocal reason or another, a part of her universal splendor, as such truths disclosed itself through the forefinger that transiently laid its warm padding ‘tween the youngest’s furrowing brows. - Teal frost optics observes porcelain features. The habitual urge to defensively retort settled in his gullet yet it is held back as he’s cognizant that she meant well. - Perchance it was the crystalline actuality that her absence had undeniably afflicted his sense of response. Never would it be vocalized so willingly, so boisterously, but he misses the warmth she projects within his world, his extensive field, consisted of naught but absolute Ice, a gut-wrenching and desolated existence. 

   S econd itineraries  of serendipity  were  infrequencies, a  seldom  phenomena  in universal truths, often extinct and unappreciated by those fortunate enough to receive its blessings of better, contented, results. - He had not been one of those individuals, had not been remotely senseless to constraint and cast doubt upon this eventuality of fortuity.  -  To this slumbering twilight evening, he is incessantly indebted to the divinity of destiny to have gifted him the opportunity to at present perch atop the squad fifth's veranda in tranquillity together with another he cherished seemingly more than his own breath affluent lungs. - Weary Teal eyes, whole with prudent influence and childhood transience, are attentively scrutinizing the luminescent exhibition of vibrant stars that broadcasted so beautifully throughout the broad expanse of the sky aloft the crowns of innocent children deceitfully generated into belligerent vessels of bloodletting wars. 

                                 She was here.                              And she was warm.

                                                                       Emotions commenced to                                                                      swell alike an infected bite.

     Albeit, she, a precarious, slumbering, peach vulnerably leaned ‘gainst his rigid, and partially trembled, shoulder, had mentally and emotionally suffered far more than he had in her duration as a lieutenant. Betrayed, exploited, and thrown away sans any considering thoughts by one she so idolized, one he so loathed, but more regrettably, and the most grievous element forevermore written, with ichor-splattered bristles, within her character’s story was that she could have potentially been murdered ... by his own untrusting hands.  -  Hands who pledged to protect her from harm, to keep their friendship at a positive bay in spite of changes and ever growing distances decades ago. Childish ambitions crushed by the realities of a world forged by the cruelest of equaled men and women. The sounds of her breathing, the motion of her chest as it elevated and descended, in a rhythmic pattern, caught his attention whilst forlorn thoughts rummaged through his head in the likeness of tempestuous negations. - She could have died by his reckless inabilities yet she holds confidence in him still.