the steady sound of echoing drums stuffed to the brim the vertiginous heights of las noches & its pillared halls, fresh from sort of metaphysical endorsement of power / of senses. SUCH SPARTAN OPULENCE, SUCH REDUNDANCY WERE PERHAPS MISFIT; perhaps inappropriate to welcome the apotheosis of dusty wounds suppurating in plain sight, the woman whose blood encrusted upon her cheek. BUT HE HAD A BURNT TEMPLE, rebuild upon its ashes, THE CADENCE OF A KING. she, unohana retsu —— enemy permitted to tread untouched & unperturbed the infinite corridors of the palace, would have been compelled to endure the same austere solemnity las noches commanded.
❛ i must bid you a fond welcome, captain unohana, to las noches. ❜ marble creaked mutely, like an eagle perched high, it drew the semblance of a crooked smile to adorn the lord’s visage. aizen sousuke stood up to fray the distance, and in his limitless arrogance, turned to offer her his back. ❛ as you have so kindly obliged my request of meeting, follow me now. THERE ARE MANY SUBJECTS I WISH TO DISCUSS WITH YOU. ❜ the familiarity in his speech seemingly went unnoticed, he’d lead the way towards a more private room.
the latter, immaculate, spoke of antique machinations as they entered. a room, dotted by bookcases that pridefully brushed the ivory ceiling, which avidly had swallowed aizen sousuke’s innermost thoughts, the most intimate recesses of his psyche, seemed to now feel PROFANED by the woman’s entrance. books in their places gave back critiques in shape of papery gazes that followed them through their accommodations, the air thick with knowledge. ❛ though i’m certain you are interested in my motives, let me know yours —— unohana retsu. WHY HAVE YOU ACCEPTED TO COME ? ❜
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