( @thyellae )
THE INFANT IN HIS ARMS, TUFT OF RED BRACED AGAINST THE CREVICE OF HIS ELBOW SUPPORT; she was lull’d, sighing just once– soothed by the beat of his heart and the warmth of his breast. and he hummed, a soft purr of delight– though apologetic in tune.

“My apologies. I cannot spar, Claire…
Rukia has asked me to care for Ichika this eve.”
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OF SWEET MOCKINGJAY SONGS AND LULLABIES; soft and gentle, unlike the course of rough, apocalyptic action that so...

