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Sep. 7th, 2005 05:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
moonsheenSo, this didn't quite turn out a drabble.
The old man was pale at his desk. Pale and insulted, his long hands hooked hard into the wood of it. Were he a younger, stronger man, it may have very likely splintered.
“You would raise a hand against your own father,” he whispered.
Facing the desk, his son looked at him. He glanced at the members of the division, standing ready with their weapons. He glanced at the woman next to him, whose eyes were downcast. He dropped his sword, and hung both hands by his side.
“My honored father,” said Byakuya, bowing deeply.
And the loudest sound in that room was Hisana’s gasp, for behind them, with the stillness of a petal fall, a dozen swords hung over exactly a dozen frozen chests.
“…I would do nothing of the sort.”
The old man was pale at his desk. Pale and insulted, his long hands hooked hard into the wood of it. Were he a younger, stronger man, it may have very likely splintered.
“You would raise a hand against your own father,” he whispered.
Facing the desk, his son looked at him. He glanced at the members of the division, standing ready with their weapons. He glanced at the woman next to him, whose eyes were downcast. He dropped his sword, and hung both hands by his side.
“My honored father,” said Byakuya, bowing deeply.
And the loudest sound in that room was Hisana’s gasp, for behind them, with the stillness of a petal fall, a dozen swords hung over exactly a dozen frozen chests.
“…I would do nothing of the sort.”