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.

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  REASON was not a voice allowed to be spoken , conferred on the sulfuric airs of treachery he knew was EXTANT , consequence driven upon being too embroiled within otherworldly affairs . holiness sings virtue and sanctity in BROKEN hymns and it spurns darkness with every aching breath , driven to the precipices of sanity and NOT . wrongness , it speaks . wrongness , it reviles . leavened by the ACERBITY and nobility of detachment , even when bound does he regally snap and snarl his dissension , upon which alucard gazes most APATHETICALLY . but it is not entirely , for beneath the breakage of ASHEN countenance does regret linger , at something of the … friendship once POSSESSED . but this was no longer .

         ‘ or we can concede for the obvious this it is , byakuya .
       the gallivanting in alien affairs which brought me to a side
     i did not think would be in this permanence . but i was programmed
             to exist in the way of a master to succeed my deceased master’s
         place and he took me , spoil of war that i was . you don’t have to
      accept it , but the truth is there whether you’re too bullheaded
             in your farce of aristocratic detachment to face it or not . ‘

    STOICISM ABANDONED IN HIS HEATED WRATH; his blood boiled, and his lip curled into a ferocious snarling that, although disturbing, served only to solidify the beauty that had been blessed upon alabaster countenance. If he had been able, and if his body had not been so restrained, he would have LUNGED LIKE A FERAL CREATURE AT THE OTHER’S THROAT. He raged, and he seethed, though his body remained still– quaking, bones chattering, threatening to see itself to ruin by pure spite.

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“The consequence of your wretchedness, is my HATE.
  I assure you, has not been bestowed out of centuries of prejudice–
  but it has been justly earned. Detachment? The reality of my being
  here is because the essence of this world runs in my veins. As for
  you, I wish you less than permanence– but I wish that before you
  are wiped from your decrepit life, that you realize exactly what you
  have done. And that you realize that as you are alone, and maggots
  feast on you– that you are hated. Indeed, I wish for you to realize
  little else except this. 

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                     YOU WILL DIE HATED!

HATED BY THE LIFE THAT STORES ITSELF IN MY SOFT
MARROWS, HATED BY THE ESSENCE THAT BRINGS
LIFE TO THIS HOLY PLACE. HATED BY THE ONE WHO
CREATED US ALL. HATED BY ONE WHO CARED FOR YOU!
AND THIS IS NOT DERIVED FROM PREJUDICE, THIS IS
TRUTH– AND IT IS ABSOLUTE, BECAUSE IT IS JUSTICE!”