etiustitiam:

◣ ≼ 善心 ≽ ◥

_{“It is never too late to talk, Ulquiorra.”,
said Kaname “You are different from them.} 

_{That is what I can tell you… what I feel.” Kaname
mistrusted every single one of Aizen’s arrancars.
He knew that they were but a tool to play with to reach the
man’s goals. Ulquiorra however, showed signs of
utmost intellect and he needed to be FOSTERED
and ENCOURAGED to reach new highs.} 

_{It was risky though, since they couldn’t let him get too strong.
But Kaname seemed to feel that it was not in the arrancar’s desire
to seek strength for might. It almost seemed as if this empty creature
had no real goal and no real destination. Instead of sending him around
like an object, Kaname found it better to teach him how to perceive life
when one’s own inner life seemed to not exist. Ulquiorra would prove
himself worthy of being a student and adapted quickly.} 

_{“You don’t need petty creatures to listen to you.”,
he said and turned “They shall NEVER be the ones you turn
to Ulquiorra. You need people who share that same emptiness,
that same ideology and philosophy that you possess.”}

                                                   ⟨ ⛧ ⟩

these words being spoken by the one man
who’s sight stripped from him before birth —
he knows not of the quatro’s appearance,
yet he can see him like no others ever could.

his words he spoke with such solemnity,
they held meaning behind them.
not a script filled with ❛ praiseful ❜ word
of encouragement like his creator always did ;
a pseudo tone aizen always held in his voice ——
despite his efforts, it could never compare to tousen’s.

                 _{❝ i suppose this is what i had hoped for,
                 though never expected.
                 i never found anyone, or anything for that matter,
                 that could truly understand exactly what harbors in my mind.
                 then again —— no one cared to listen. ❞}

it was difficult simply ❛ opening - up ❜ on such a subject,
the espada knew not how to explain himself,
given he never had the opportunity such as this.

ulquiorra knew better than to interject
when aizen was giving his daily orders,
no questions or comments were allowed until
the assignment was complete ;
lest he expect repercussions beyond comprehension.
as a result, it always left the cuatro even more impassive than normal.

with a quiet exhale, his somber voice picked up at his superior’s response,
a sense of pure brilliance flowed through his voice.


                 <sub>❝ perhaps i became too desperate in my searches,
                 willing to accept anything that seemed relative enough to myself.
                 i understand now — for you speak purely of truth and wisdom.
                 i only ever desired to communicate with someone of intellect,
                 and speak of these hardships without the fear mockery.

                 —— i give you my utmost thanks ;
                 for while you cannot see, indeed you have opened my eyes
                 in such a way i never knew possible. ❞</sub>

cxrbstomp:

@despairforme we’re ( @comawhxte & i ) talking shit about you. (;

<sub>( seeing as tumblr’s still not letting me reblog my threads correctly,
might just edit shit —

kindaaaa wanna do a double or multiple promo thing maybe ? ??
also just for the sake of giving christmas edits or w/e tbh.
idk hmu if you wanna be promoted with me or something. B| )</sub>

"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."

—— Edvard Munch
(via wnq-art)

<sub>❝ perhaps —— perhaps there’s something inside of me that desires to believe that.
that there is some reason for living out all of this.
something other than simply serving under
and fighting for someone that isn’t myself.

but if they do care for me, as you claim they do, 
then i must experience such care for myself.

an experience that isn’t filled with intimidated words and cautious movements.
no — not even i am capable of imagining such a day. .

                                  as the saying goes,

                                                   ‘ i need to see it with my own eyes. ’ ❞</sub>

gin-ichimaru:

                  ‘ I thought’cha were an interesting kid,
                but I guess you’re actually pretty creepy.’

relucatantly inspects the item left at his quarters with utmost caution,
at this point, even seemingly harmess gifts are to be handled with extreme care —
lest any more incidents occur on his birthday.

after further insepction, this particular gift seems safe,
and actually something the quatro doesn’t mind to try later when things have calmed.
he’ll have to personally thank the noveno once he sees him again.

Based on what I post, what would you get me for Christmas?

<sub>❝ ‘someone who likes to paint their face’. .oh my.
i’ll have you know — taichou,
these markings on my face are not handpainted.

athough since considering my fellow espada enjoy ruining my uniforms,
new fabrics would do me so much good. ❞</sub>

_{⟨ . .may or may not be a light sleeper —
& may or may not chase the cinco down the halls of las noches
and blast ceros at his spoon hooded - self. ⟩}

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