who said blind dates had to be a bad thing?
Who: Byakuya Kuchiki ( xnoble_reasonx ) and Namine ( dollchains )
When: After this conversation. Backdated.
Where: Kaien and Namine's Apartment; might lead other places, idk.
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Byakuya and Namine, tied by the same string, spend some quality time together.
Warnings: Expect a visit from Byakuya's artistic talents. And probably some unwanted cutetiems.
This thread. This bothersome thread that supposedly linked to this matchmaking game. It was obviously a hoax if this thread led somewhere, if it was tied to another. Hisana was dead. He'd been scouring the city since he discovered that the laws of death were ignored in this world and had yet to find her.
Namine was not Hisana. Namine never would be Hisana. His only decision had been to follow that weak voice within, that voice that was not Senbonzakura but a muffled, hoarse one that was hidden beneath layers of ice and stone so he could get it over with. Once he confirmed this was nothing but a scheme set out by the natives or whoever else found some entertainment out of this ridiculousness, he would return home, collect the things he had set out for his visit to the sakura tree and be on his way. That visit was the most important thing. It was absolutely necessary he end this quickly.
He was good at hiding those things, ignoring that voice. He'd done so for so very long that when it became an uncontrollable urge he gave into, he wasn't sure exactly what to do. His control had been striped from him and by a mysterious force he could not cut in retaliation. If he didn't need that finger, he surely would have cut it off. That was the source of it. It had to be, that cursed string.
Something about giving into it, however, brought a peace of mind, a feeling of calmness that he hadn't had in quite some time. It made him think about something that wasn't Hisana, something that wasn't the war back home, that wasn't about Rukia and the danger that she could have possibly been in.
It was probably what angered him the most.
He stopped outside of the door to Shiba's apartment, eyes concentrated on it for what seemed like the longest time. He couldn't turn around--he'd already told her he'd be here. He could not go back on his word. No, there was something else, something he couldn't pinpoint that kept him from retreating. Not honor or pride. Not the lack of will. Simply... something.
He refused to allow something else dictate his actions. Deciding it was by his will alone he was there, the noble lifted his hand gracefully and knocked on the door.
[ooc: my replies might be slow. D: I wish this net would love me.]
When: After this conversation. Backdated.
Where: Kaien and Namine's Apartment; might lead other places, idk.
Format: Paragraph, past tense
What: Byakuya and Namine, tied by the same string, spend some quality time together.
Warnings: Expect a visit from Byakuya's artistic talents. And probably some unwanted cutetiems.
This thread. This bothersome thread that supposedly linked to this matchmaking game. It was obviously a hoax if this thread led somewhere, if it was tied to another. Hisana was dead. He'd been scouring the city since he discovered that the laws of death were ignored in this world and had yet to find her.
Namine was not Hisana. Namine never would be Hisana. His only decision had been to follow that weak voice within, that voice that was not Senbonzakura but a muffled, hoarse one that was hidden beneath layers of ice and stone so he could get it over with. Once he confirmed this was nothing but a scheme set out by the natives or whoever else found some entertainment out of this ridiculousness, he would return home, collect the things he had set out for his visit to the sakura tree and be on his way. That visit was the most important thing. It was absolutely necessary he end this quickly.
He was good at hiding those things, ignoring that voice. He'd done so for so very long that when it became an uncontrollable urge he gave into, he wasn't sure exactly what to do. His control had been striped from him and by a mysterious force he could not cut in retaliation. If he didn't need that finger, he surely would have cut it off. That was the source of it. It had to be, that cursed string.
Something about giving into it, however, brought a peace of mind, a feeling of calmness that he hadn't had in quite some time. It made him think about something that wasn't Hisana, something that wasn't the war back home, that wasn't about Rukia and the danger that she could have possibly been in.
It was probably what angered him the most.
He stopped outside of the door to Shiba's apartment, eyes concentrated on it for what seemed like the longest time. He couldn't turn around--he'd already told her he'd be here. He could not go back on his word. No, there was something else, something he couldn't pinpoint that kept him from retreating. Not honor or pride. Not the lack of will. Simply... something.
He refused to allow something else dictate his actions. Deciding it was by his will alone he was there, the noble lifted his hand gracefully and knocked on the door.
[ooc: my replies might be slow. D: I wish this net would love me.]