byakuya screamed elegance, from the demeanor to the looks, even his tone. after his brief intervention he's still standing by her side, hands clasped at the back. “ it's a beautiful day. ”
silence lingered, sixth's taicho's focus drifted to said area, with nothing but a low hum coming from his part. composed, hues were settled upon her next. gaze was as gentle as it was harp, like a blade —
disguised as a flower's petal. “ i see, ” voice allign with the eyes, midways between cordiality and severity. “ it's good to know the onmitsukidō anticipates any possible danger. ” everything about —