SLASH OPEN, GOLONDRINA.

sunrise

no matter how many times you get knocked down, you always get back up. you defy expectations and stay true to yourself. you are a leader - maybe not in a traditional sense in that others follow you, but you've carved out your own path in life. you are kind but unyielding. you have strong opinions and values. there's a part of you that just wants to make everyone else around you happy, but you know your limits - that you can only share what you have to give. you may seem unassuming to others at first but in time they will watch as you grow into something incredible

send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

          Cirucci is a rather sensitive person generally to intimate physical sensation and especially when it comes to soft touches such as the brushing of fingertips along her legs for example.  If we’re speaking erogenous zones however  (outside of the obvious)  for her would be:  the small of her back,  her inner wrists,  behind the knees and inner thighs.  Of all of these places the most sensitive is her legs,  behind the knee,  thighs etc.  Leg  “worship”  is something she would enjoy and would certainly put her in the Right Mood.

the hollow went down his throat easy.  like eating a shrimp.  he really wishes there were dipping sauce to go with it now.  but he’s not going to complain.  he knows she tries hard when she doesn’t have to.  he doubts many others would.  just her … and the dog.  two strange, tiny creatures that stick by him.  … he supposes there was ulquiorra. but he’s gone now.   … that idiot clown.

it brings a strange feeling to his chest,  thinking about that.  a tingling.  like somebody is zapping him from the inside.  it makes him … if anybody zaps him from the outside he’s going to squeeze their head until it explodes!  and then toss them far far away so he doesn’t have to see them.  that’s what it makes him feel.  he wants to squeeze something.  or throw something.  something to get the zapping to stop.

his hands curl.  veins emerge on the back of fists.  he could blow.  he feels himself grow a bit stronger, a bit angrier.

but he doesn’t want to accidentally hurt her.  she’s like a feather.  if he blows on her she’s going to fly away.  and probably break somewhere.  he slowly relaxes his fist.  ‘…Everybody’s gone now.’

          Cirucci listens to the sound of crunching,  eyes drawn towards the sight of Kukkapuro as he scrambles up Yammy’s still rather large frame.  He comes to sit just beside her,  seemingly staring at her as if asking permission to sit on her lap   -   or something like that.  She couldn’t tell with the mask.  With a sigh she gives a tilt of her head and the dog complies,  rushing onto her lap with no other encouragement and nestling down.  Damnit,  was she becoming soft?

          The motion of Yammy lifting his wrist,  his hand,  pulls her back to the present and she eyes him if not a little bit wearily as the veins become prominent.  She’s not stupid enough to think she’s entirely safe just because he helped her and she’s helping him.  It didn’t work that way with Arrancar so she wouldn’t put any stock in it...  but he eases after a few seconds and she lets out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding.  His question brings a frown to her face,  a sharpness cutting at her.

‘𝐘𝐎𝐔,’ 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐃. Pesche’s head spun wildly, left to right, before a shaky hand pointed to his chest. “M-Me?” Any other circumstance, he might think himself a lucky man indeed, catching her eye; yet something tickled the back of his brain ( those most base instincts of survival, buried almost too low ) whispering caution.

“Oh, uh, about all that —” he scratched at the back of his neck, all nerves. “No hard feelings, right? I wasn’t trying to help them, or anything. I was just looking for Nel, and Ichigo felt like the best person to follow. I didn’t mean— wait.” Pesche stopped short, perking up suddenly.

“You remember me?!”

          Cirucci’s nose pinches as he looks around before pointing at himself,  as if there was anyone else there that she was talking to!  Was he playing dumb on purpose or...?!  She dismisses the thought.  She doesn’t want to dwell on it,  especially as he quickly begins to give her an explanation as to why he’d done what he’d done.  Even if it mattered,  the former Privaron didn’t want to hear it.  Wasn’t he lucky enough that she decided she was going to spare him?  Did she have to listen to his ramblings too?

          His quick change of attitude only catches her slightly off guard,  brows coming together.  Was she not  supposed  to remember him?  Of course she did!  If only so she could wring his neck at a later date...  Or that had been the sentiment until they’d lost the war.

WOMEN… why were they sometimes so complicated?   ❝ i don’t see what your problem is, niña. all i wanted to tell you was that i think you should have a little more self-respect. i noticed it in your fighting. you do not give all you’ve got. that can backfire very quickly if we were to fight lord aizen’s biggest enemies. after all, we are preparing for their arrival, don’t we. ❞

he kept facing her — didn’t yet  leave.  ❝ if that is being a jerk, then i hope i am the best one around, because i highly doubt anyone else would let you know that. they just do not CARE that much. ❞ however, dordoni did.  ❝ but fine, i’m off you want me to go. otherwise i would have offered to train you a little. not much, since you know what it takes to be an espada after all. but maybe we should combine our strength to get even stronger. my plan would be … ❞ he looked left and right to check that no one eavesdropped  

❝ … to teach you some of my techniques. and then to have our compartments finally merge, so that when one of lord aizen’s enemies gets lost and were to defeat one of us, they are going to face the other one of us right away. and facing two privaron espada so fast in a row makes EVERYONE unhappy. ❞ still leaning against the wall, he looked at her, waiting for her reaction. if she refused, he’d not bring this topic up again. if she agreed, he was looking forward to getting stronger with her.

          Dordoni attempts to appease her ill temperament and the effort doesn’t go  entirely  unnoted,  even if she doesn’t turn back to face him just yet.  Cirucci had just thought...  well he of all people should have noted that she was doing her best.  They had fallen from grace together,  hadn’t they?  Once near the top of the chain of command and now reduced down because they were no longer favored in Aizen’s eyes.  Because they were  natural  Arrancar and not his  ‘ special pet projects ’.  It left a bitter taste in her mouth that she wasn’t ready to speak on.

          “You sure have a way of showing you care.”  Cirucci mutters but turns back when mostly appeased.  He was...  right though.  Perhaps with them working together it would be beneficiary.  Another part of her though wants to ask him why?  Why did it matter so much what Aizen wanted regarding them anymore?  She was loyal of course,  she would fight for him as needed of her,  but the sharp sting at being demoted felt like a betrayal.  They had given their all only to be cast aside.  So what if she wanted to be revered again?  Was it worth the possibility that it would all be taken away at the mere whimsy of a man?  Hn.