Post by Byakuya Kuchiki on Jun 2, 2010 18:43:46 GMT -5
Despite the stern countenance he showed to those around them, none could see his real, actual thoughts below what was on the surface. From a glance, or even from a good long look, you could not see that what he was pondering about wasn't with his own squad. Well perhaps yes, but, what he thought deep down. What he felt. He raised his head slowly to look at the cherry blossom tree that stood tall and proud before him, it's flowers the most vibrant shades of pink and white, not a petal falling from its place. Everything was in line. Everything was in order. Just the way things were supposed to be. In line, head high, black and white, clear cut, in balance, all equal. The foundations the Soul Society were built on those very concepts and hopes that everyone would follow suit. Such a pity that so many only saw only the gray, instead of the monochrome that was the law and order of the world. Such fools.
He did know that the small girl had followed him, and he did not much mind, despite how utterly irritating she could be. Saying anything would just be a waste of breath. She would not heed what he would say anyway, so might as well let her do whatever she wanted, even though she always did anyway. Lifting a graceful hand from his sleeve, he outstretched it and picked at a blossom from the gorgeous tree in front of him. Bringing it down to his level, dark eyes examined it as if he was studying every petal, every crease, everything about the small thing. In all actuality, he was actually in deep thought, once more falling into that trance. With his index and thumb, he twisted the flower to make it spin between his fingers somewhat, repeating the process. Something really was not right about all this confusion and commotion that was going on. Just something.
Regardless though, he must stick to what he was meant to do and shrug the feeling off, of course. If he paid to much mind to it, it would perhaps affect the way he operated. That was not something he would ever be willing to do. No, what he thought and felt should not affect how he did things. They should just remain thoughts, and not actions. He must remain in line with all the rest in order to stay the role-model that he was. Most thought of him as such, while others thought of him in a more negative light. Though, regardless, their thoughts meant nothing. His duty as a noble was to be an example for each and every one person in the Soul Society, no matter what. It was apparent many did not take to his example. Proper, sophisticated, old-fashioned. Perhaps it was safe to say the little lieutenant behind him could be taken as either a polar-opposite, or someone who was not given this life-long task of striving to be perfect. There was a drastic difference.
Letting go of the blossom, the wind decided to take it off his hands, and fiddle with it itself. His expression remained the same as his dark eyes followed the flower up until it left his field of vision, not wanting to turn his head back. Byakuya had this strange feeling. The feeling being that a certain small girl's attention span was about to run thin, and very soon, she would soon display her antics.
He did know that the small girl had followed him, and he did not much mind, despite how utterly irritating she could be. Saying anything would just be a waste of breath. She would not heed what he would say anyway, so might as well let her do whatever she wanted, even though she always did anyway. Lifting a graceful hand from his sleeve, he outstretched it and picked at a blossom from the gorgeous tree in front of him. Bringing it down to his level, dark eyes examined it as if he was studying every petal, every crease, everything about the small thing. In all actuality, he was actually in deep thought, once more falling into that trance. With his index and thumb, he twisted the flower to make it spin between his fingers somewhat, repeating the process. Something really was not right about all this confusion and commotion that was going on. Just something.
Regardless though, he must stick to what he was meant to do and shrug the feeling off, of course. If he paid to much mind to it, it would perhaps affect the way he operated. That was not something he would ever be willing to do. No, what he thought and felt should not affect how he did things. They should just remain thoughts, and not actions. He must remain in line with all the rest in order to stay the role-model that he was. Most thought of him as such, while others thought of him in a more negative light. Though, regardless, their thoughts meant nothing. His duty as a noble was to be an example for each and every one person in the Soul Society, no matter what. It was apparent many did not take to his example. Proper, sophisticated, old-fashioned. Perhaps it was safe to say the little lieutenant behind him could be taken as either a polar-opposite, or someone who was not given this life-long task of striving to be perfect. There was a drastic difference.
Letting go of the blossom, the wind decided to take it off his hands, and fiddle with it itself. His expression remained the same as his dark eyes followed the flower up until it left his field of vision, not wanting to turn his head back. Byakuya had this strange feeling. The feeling being that a certain small girl's attention span was about to run thin, and very soon, she would soon display her antics.
[ ooc: ..... oh lord Cerny XD D8 ]