hm.

what a fascinating conversation we're having tonight.

( he'll take what he can get, really. a sigh, sounding quite put-upon, and then he relents. ) ...come here, then.

janice...?

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i had hoped that someone whom i called 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘢𝘥𝘢 — even if temporarily — would not be quite so cowardly as to be frightened into submission by rocks. clearly, i was incorrect.

had this particular month-long event occurred before grimmjow jaegerjaquez's temporary retirement from his position as an espada, i likely would have chosen someone else to take his place.

( surely kazuma remembers their discussions about 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘺. )

then allow me to put it simply. ( manufactured sympathy in his voice, careful and apologetic. ) kurotsuchi mayuri is poisoning you. i know this because he said as much when i asked to begin the process of transferring you to my division.

"and yet the captain of the thirteenth is afflicted with an analogous illness that is handled almost 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 by the fourth division. the twelfth division is known for many things. it is not known for taking a focus on the healing arts." he takes out the little vial, looking at it with (+)

he sets the tea aside, serious. "your medicine has a toxin in it that causes physical weakness, fatigue, and headaches — among other things. it is not an unavoidable side-effect."

another sip of tea. it really is excellent. "it's strange, isn't it, that your medication is so thoroughly handled by the twelfth rather than the fourth? then again, the fourth doesn't usually deal in toxins."

"the mind is a complex and contradictory thing," he says softly. "it is only natural that you would have mixed feelings about the division that you spent so much time in." he slips the medicine into a pocket so as to be able to pour the finished tea, setting one cup down near kazuma and (+)

incredible, really, what such a small and innocuous vial can do. lower a man who had reveled in bloodshed to...𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴. he reaches out, takes the vial. examines it for a moment, as though peering carefully at it would reveal some hidden mystery about its contents. unnecessary, really, for he (+)

there is, of course, a teapot waiting at the ready; he begins heating water, selecting a particularly lovely green tea. perhaps the quality of the leaves will be wasted on kazuma, who looks pale and perhaps a little queasy, but aizen does not expect to have the opportunity to transport all of (+)

it really is a lovely day. the captain of the fifth smiles to his subordinates as he passes them, greeting each by name — he is in no particular rush, walking to his quarters with unhurried steps. soft breeze tousles dark hair, and with a sheepish smile he brushes it back into place. (+)

#ooc i've been struggling with aizen's voice for the last couple days so im gonna take the weekend off on this acct. i'll be hangin around on my shinji acct!

#ooc i've been struggling with aizen's voice for the last couple days so im gonna take the weekend off on this acct. i'll be hangin around on my shinji acct!

you and your husband? ( the faintest hint of a frown turns corners of mouth downward, eyes distant. ) is there something in particular i am supposed to be aware of?

( nails dig in a little harder. not fully painful, but with the promise of pain. ) would you hurt me, if you were able? ( treading dangerous territory, but he can hardly help but ask. )

[ @mikrotercs.bsky.social ] why are you looking at me like that?

#ooc genuinely i love writing aizen so much but he makes my brain hurt sometimes

[ @kinshara.bsky.social ] what are you doing here, rōjūrō ōtoribashi? ( voice is quiet, calm, colored only with a vague, distant curiosity. )

#ooc BSKY UPDATE WITH THREAD MAKER THINGAMABOB? WE'RE LIVING IN THE BEST TIMELINE

( what is physical touch, physical intimacy, if not another mechanism of power? another way for aizen to gain some measure of control? to get as close as possible to kazuma without tearing him apart and wearing his skin? he nods, satisfied with kazuma's answer. ) what 𝘦𝘹𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘭𝘺 triggers (+)

#ooc i’m pretty much free for the rest of the day sooo uhhh here! these will probably bc short bc im on my phone 😔 default verse is post-tybw twitverse where he’s out of the baby chair, lmk if you’d prefer something different

the weather certainly has been unpleasant.

#ooc foaming at the mouth. i’m boutta go insane.

( he chuckles at kazuma’s clear inattentiveness. what a good little pet. ) not until you’ve been properly fixed. ( hand caresses the swell of his cheek, gentle. ) it truly won’t take long. and then…hm. i seem to remember some activities you enjoyed doing on that throne.

( the plan. of course aizen has a plan — what would he be without one? it is a backup plan, granted, but a plan nontheless. ) you must wait. while i do not expect it to take long to find a solution for what they've done to you, i would not be surprised if they have a...failsafe ready for if you (+)

but of course. ( he's content to simply hold kazuma, breaths mingling as they speak. ) i certainly wouldn't leave you behind, kazuma.

( of course he missed it. of course he missed the desperation, the devotion, the heat of kazuma's mouth. how could he not? he kisses with equal and uncharacteristic enthusiasm mouth half-open, a man starved for physical contact — and then he reins it in, regaining control. )

but of course. ( hand moves to rest on the back of kazuma's neck with a tight, possessive grip. he leans in — the words will not yet be spoken aloud, but he had missed this. )

( still not a 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦, so aizen withholds any potential of a kiss. there's some normalcy here, in this training, and it's certainly something he appreciates. ) use your words. ( he'll even take it without a "please" at this point. )

( grip tightens, and then loosens. ) is that so? surely you can think of a far more polite way to phrase such a statement. ( for it had been a statement, not a question — perhaps he will wait until he hears 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘪 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦. )

( hands grasp kazuma’s shoulders, squeezing with enough pressure to begin to ache but not enough to legitimately hurt. ) they would have locked you up alone, far away from me, in the silence and darkness. and they would not have let you out with me. there would be no reunion between us.

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( head tilts to one side, sharp brown eyes focusing on kazuma. ) perhaps i failed you. ( contemplative, with an inscrutable edge to his voice. ) i promised to keep you out of their hands, did i not? and in allowing myself to be captured, i allowed for you to be captured as well. ( it is (+)

#ooc because of Current Events, i probably won't be online here much more tonight. feel free to catch me on discord (dm me for my username if you don't already have it!)

certainly not. i did not go through the effort of freeing myself simply to allow myself to go back. ( here, in the light, breathing fresh air, able to 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦 — he would not give it up for the world. )

i meant no offense. ( for all that words and tone are placating, he still does not back down; merely stares back calmly. ) it would be foolish of me to antagonize you, don't you agree?

( still hungry...whether that's because hirako had been a paltry meal — entirely possible, the man is almost entirely skin and bones — or because he 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘯, aizen isn't entirely sure. ) must i send more 𝘰𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 your way?