I want my zanpakutou.

Yumichika believes he knows perhaps where it is.

The monsters trolling this place fall easily enough to the demon arts but I would much rather watch them submit to the blade. I miss the feel of my zanpakutou.

Shuuhei’s alone, sitting like he’s waiting for the moment that the cold rock beneath his ass becomes too cold and hard for him to bear. He’s experimenting, he supposes. Trying to see how he can drown out that infernal ticking that plagues his mind. It’s worse when he’s alone, he knows this. Knew this the moment he left Yumichika’s side. So he’ ( Read more... )

Candy coloured horses dance before him, like they’re tattooed on the inside of his eyelids and they’re all he can see when he’s trying to sleep. If his mind drifts, if he doesn’t concentrate, he imagines the endless ticking is the sound of their hooves that never touch the ground, as they prance over the gentle undulations of air. He mumbles ( Read more... )

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