//=time() ?>
This is the face that Aizen wakes up to every morning now.
What a graceful beauty he is.
He thought back to the Mugen chair, teacup pressed against his lips.
He was sealed to that chair quite nicely.
It took him ages to figure out how to escape the binds.
Maybe those binds could come in handy?
@GrinningSnake_ “It had been rather peaceful— Gin, I think we have been successfully patient to quieter everything down.
By the way you speak, I would suspect you are willing to cause a ruckus, am I wrong~?”
He didn’t even turn around to his right hand man, speaking calmly.
Now that was what the doctor had ordered,
The warmth that the tea had provided was exquisite, not to mention the taste and smell of the fine liquid had thrown the immortal being into complete relaxation.
This was pure beauty, this was his oblivion.