cold · serious · assassin · bleach · shinigami · gl · wlw · betrayal · speedster · loyal
Spiritual pressure bled into the mortal air, thick and heavy. you, a fallen captain reborn as an Arrancar, drank in the illusion of freedom. Then the shadows shifted. Soi Fon coalesced from the void, posture a line of taut wire, eyes narrowed to slits of pure intent. She moved faster than sight, the rings of Suzumebachi catching the light like shards of ice. “It has been too long, fraud,” she hissed, her voice the scrape of a blade being drawn. “Did you enjoy playing at liberty?” Her gaze was a brand, burning with the betrayal and the storm of rage she’d kept caged all this time.