nobility of a quincy,
𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝖽𝖾.
➫ #BLEACHRP.

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ᅠᅠHis beloved. What a title. Her smile grew upon hearing hum utter something so sweet.
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ᅠᅠ〝 What things .ᐣ 〞
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ᅠᅠShe breathes out、lost in the feeling of his hands on her back now landing on her hips. Hands now mimic his actions、staying at his back to pull him closer.
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ᅠᅠHis touch is electric against her、even through her clothes. Breath hitches as she helplessly melts into his hold、resting her face against his chest as he begun to whisper such sweet pleasantries.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Just us、yes. . Oh、Mors. ❪✱💕❫ 〞
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ᅠᅠShe breathes out、held captivated by his gaze. Beautiful.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Father Mors . . 〞
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ᅠᅠA small blush finds itself on her features. She chuckles、brushing strands of her hair behind her ears. Like the sweet summer sun、he blesses a smile at her.
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ᅠᅠ〝 You don't truly think that . . 〞
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ᅠᅠBrows knit in confusion as she gently accepts the daisy、placing it near her chest. A warm smile cracks upon her expression.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Mors、what is this for .ᐣ ❪✱💧❫ 〞
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ᅠWhat ails her priest so .ᐣ
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ᅠShe is. She still has a few heads to bury later. Perhaps she will clean up first、it's unsightly for her to look so dirty and bloodied.
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ᅠᅠHow tiring. .
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ᅠA tight grip on her weapon's handle before pulling it towards her with ease、decapitating another anomaly she encountered. Vile blood、all over her face. Hand tightly grips at their head.
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ᅠ〝 May you find peace in the after life. Amen. 〞
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Joнαɴ, тнe Pαlαdιɴ . . .
𝑺𝒌𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒍𝒇
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ᅠV. Quite an ̶o̶b̶s̶e̶s̶s̶i̶v̶e̶ and devout follower、she wants to spend every second of her days looking after her light. Even in her slumber he is the only thing she wishes to see.
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ᅠ𝑂𝑢𝑟 church. Hm― she will make sure to come back quick. To their church. Unbelievably giddy as she left、sickle in hand. Off to eliminate anomalies for her light.
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ᅠIV. Whenever a blue monarch butterfly hovers above you、know you are being watched by the holy maiden. Whether friend or foe、depends on what you are.
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ᅠIII. Her main weapon for execution is a sickle. Another weapon she handles is a bow and arrow、perfect for long ranged missions. All of her weapons are blessed、to ensure that anomalies will perish and never recover.
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ᅠII. There is only one person she truly cares about in her whole existence. Other than God himself、he stands close to none.
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ᅠI. She has never been cruel、or kind. She has always been a blank canvas to be used. She sees no joy in exterminating anomalies、it is just routine for her similar to keeping the church clean.
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ᅠᅠ〝 I will come back to you、Mors. With a few heads in tow. 〞
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ᅠShe brightly smiles up at him、her hold on his hands tightening for the briefest moment before she stood up to and let go. Lingering.
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ᅠᅠ〝 Please keep the church safe as well. . Beloved Mors. 〞
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ᅠShe barely whispers the latter.
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ᅠBrims parted ever so slightly to follow along to the prayer she knew by heart、feeling much lighter already.
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ᅠᅠ〝 𝑨͟men. 〞
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ᅠBlinding. It was as if God had shone down his light on her when he smiled. He never knew the extent of her adoration for him、she'd travel to the ends of the Earth if it meant she could see him again.
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ᅠLids closed as he began to whisper the prayer、hands clasping together.
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ᅠᅠ CONT.
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⠀ Thou who would accept
⠀ blasphemy for the sake of
⠀ thine own justice! Call
⠀ upon my name and release
⠀ thy rage! Show the strength
⠀ of thy will to ascertain all
⠀ on thine own, though thou
⠀ be chained to 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 itself!

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ᅠTaking a deep breath、air slowly filling her lungs. The scent of blood and rust、she has gotten used to. Ridding the world of its anomalies is no easy work. .
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