白い骨

K U C H I K I
B Y A K U Y A

the purest emperor
a heart of gold
a soul of platinum
he is la lune
the star of heaven
royal beauty bright

roleplay blog for the rokubantai-taichou from BLEACH.
est. 2012
as beloved by abigail.

白い沈黙

CURRENTLY: hiatus.

TIME ZONE: currently CEST.

calisvol:

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      ‘ interesting , that we should meet like this again . some reunion . ‘

   a VIPER’S crafted coil lies within this cage , a poor container to the blithe heat that pours with VITRIOL through the very bars and heated upon his very skin where it could . COLD lingered in his veins , grim humor smiling that divine mask of comedy . brothers . what had HAPPENED to the last brother ? he’d slaughtered him in cold blood . COLD , acerbic blood . byakuya was weak now , and alucard was STRONGER than he’d ever been . powerful even before , should they take to the FIELDS , it was unlikely the captain stood a chance in hell . 

                ‘ i’m a spoil of war , byakuya . he contested me , and he won . 
             it’s simply the way things are . yhwach is my master now . 
          look upon me with as much disdain as you want . it won’t make a
        damn difference worth in hell . i was always a prize to be won . 
             yhwach just happened to be the first to claim it . as for these
                     archives , ask someone who knows . your realms and
                                   their fucking politics don’t mean a thing to me . ‘

    NOTHING WOULD PLEASE THE RAVENETTE MORE THAN TO SEE THE OTHER, BLOODIED AND BEATEN, DEFEATED AND DECREPIT. The way he moved, the way broken light shown its glimmer upon porcelain physique allowed for such suspicions of serpentine state. Moreover, came the biting acidity that laced each chosen word of his dialogue– VENOMOUS RAGE; don’t stand to close. THINK ME WEAK, I DARE YOU– I’LL RIP OUT YOUR THROAT WITH MY TEETH. Already, Senbonzakura’s snarling existence echoed throughout his master’s conscience: KUCHIKI BYAKUYA, WHO IS THIS FOOL?

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“Then there is no reason for this, no justifiable rationale.
  I do not make small talk with those that threaten what I must
  protect. Much less, with the muling dog of an army of which
  the ranks are swelled with harlots and scum. No choice?
  There is always a choice– and you have chosen an intimate
  treachery. Begone.”