𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 within the contours of his face, limbs entwined in a seated position. a conflict found itself brewing in the deep recesses of his conscious. it was a sign that the noble needed more than respite from his actions — a sign that he had to return to the very beginning. & thus eyes were cast downwards, quietude now hand in hand with performing jinzen, lashes fluttering closed to meet his inner world. there, the sakura tree was deeply rooted, standing at the centre of an endless undeep pool. it was here that kuchiki byakuya now walked, the water underneath his feet completely still. & with it came the voice of senbonzakura, syllables uttered as the water suddenly rippled, disturbed with intent. ❛ you have a visitor, byakuya. ❜ // @duellatore-a ( ♥ )
