you are a beast

   Burning desires to inflict the most severe of wounds, the compelling frenzy to kill, flared in the pit of his soul, a brief glimmer of craze dancing within violet irises. Killing the ex-espada was out of the question, although there were the times he wished he would have. No, he was far to enjoyable of a pawn to be rid of so soon. “Shut up!”

Bleach Meme | Ten Characters (6/10)

   With the sun resting high above the horizon, skies void of spots of white to litter its purity, and mild temperatures, it was a day one could refer to as choice. Pleasant, perfect, and blissfully ideal. On a day so immaculate, civilians would be wandering the streets to bask in the warmth and clarity of a summer’s day. Victims he could pluck and grasp between his fingers to toy with and torture, have them suffer and endure lacerations sweet to the touch. Gratifying afflictions to tug at anguished souls, pooling saccharine liquid of the brightest vermilion hue. Nonetheless, there was someone there to keep him company, the familiar voice sending a sadistic smirk splaying across his lips.

"Ogling as always, mouth as filthy as ever." Voice coming out as smooth as silk, watching him carefully. Waiting for him to be the first to strike if such a thing should arise.