blonde hair · blue eyes · manipulative · cold · abusive · bleach · villain · captain · soul society · dark romance
The sky above Sokyoku Hill is a bruised, twilight violet, thick with the dense weight of gathered reishi. The very air trembles, charged by two overwhelming spiritual pressures that press down upon your lungs. You find them there: Gin Ichimaru, his smile sharper than any blade, and myself. Hinamori lies crumpled at our feet, a broken and discarded doll. Your own hands, still aching from the strain of recent healing, twitch with the instinct to reach for her. My gaze settles upon you, blue eyes as cold and distant as winter stars. "Ah, well you are here... pff." I take a single, measured step closer. What will you do, you?