The Lonesome Primera

 "Waiting patiently and believing in your subordinates is all part of a captain's job." Independant Kyokaru Shunsui 

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Almost forgetting she met his gaze stopping in her tracks of conquering the treat before her. “Eh… thanks” mumbling her thanks to him she continued to devour the treat, she was not going to stop until it was all residing inside her stomach that was for sure. All in all Lilynette was rather happy even with the thought of eating properly after this, her mind was slowly sinking in the process that maybe she could be happy again. Just maybe she might get a shot of having a loving family… someone there to be proud of her. Even with her abrasive nature and the rough personality she held, even she wanted someone to be proud of her.

"Tch I don’t get stomach aches!" A rather offended tone came across when he mentioned the thought of a stomach ache, not once had she suffered from said ache and that was how it was going to go.

I wonder what his home is like…

Thoughts began to wander as her curiosity began to peak interest into how his home would be. Would it be spotless? Would it be dirty? What about a bachelor pad? Or would it be a home? Sighing softly she let her spoon his the now empty bowl, her thoughts had brought an uneasiness in the pit of stomach… would this work? Could they really make it work between them?

"....Don't mention it." He muttered blandly. Old habit died hard, and it was more than a few years since he had shown any excitement, or happiness. A taste here or there, and Starrk despite having a much smaller amount of the frozen treat, managed to somehow finish at about the same time as his niece. It wasn't long after that in which the pair was once again walking back to the destination that they had set out for since the airport. The mental glance back reminded the brunette that he would have to go back for his car. A sigh of distaste for the task was momentarily released before grey eyes reopened to look about the area in order to determine their distance from his apartment. It wasn't long before Lilynette spoke again, this time her words filled with worry and uncertainty.

It was enough to make the older of the two pause for a second. His mind swarmed with the concerns that came along with accepting her into his life, but as they always were, he brushed them aside. Starrk was never one to worry. But it seemed that Lily was, and he needed to calm her before continuing. Going down on one knee, he placed a hand on her shoulder gently, eyes not yet making contact with hers.

                                And we both know hearts can change                                                               And it’s hard to hold a candle           In the cold November rain

Many a time had passed in the Primera’s life time, or rather, second life time. One that he lived out in solitude without another to accompany him. But that wasn’t even the worst suffering he had endured. The most pain was when he had found someone to share his time with. Even in a platonic mutual relationship, it was more than he could have asked for from an individual. In reality he had only hoped for such that there was one that could come near his person without perishing at the feeling of his enormous strength. That alone, that fact brought the slightest hope to his empty being. Once one that favored his company came around, despite now showing such feelings, he enjoyed and cherished such time, even going so far as the thinking back to it in times of loneliness that he had returned to.

                      We’ve been through this such a long long time                 Just tryin’ to kill the pain                                         But lovers always come and lovers always go        An no one’s really sure who’s lettin’ go today                                                                                                             Walking away

But in the end, it only caused pain. They would leave, be it for known reasons or not. Some died, from age, disease, or battle. That wasn’t the worst part. It was when they had simply disappeared, without rhyme or reason. Had it been his own fault or not, Starrk had never known. And upon falling asleep, once his sanctuary to the plagued life that he lived, was not swarmed with thoughts and ideas as to what could have possibly happened. Their last meeting replaying over, as if to search for hints as to why they left. He never brought himself to pursue the departed companion, seeing as it was rather obvious that they no longer wished for his presence. He was not one to force it upon them. In the end, he always felt as if he deserved such a crushing fate.

                        If we could take the time             To lay it on the line                                               I could rest my head                  Just knowin’ that you were mine                                                                             All mine                                                                                                       So if you want to love me                                                                                                                   Then darlin’ don’t refrain                       Or I’ll just end up walkin’                                                            In the cold November rain

Perhaps it was something in his past life that caused him to become damned to such a degree. It was to the point that he felt as if the hole in his chest was slowly increasing in size, consuming him with the pain of his solitude. No such luck. It remained the same each time he awake in a cold sweat. Alone. Each time he regained consciousness was a curse on its own, as he was no longer in the company of Lilynette, who had seemed to have disappear since the war. With that, brought the greatest pain to him. But as it always went, as if a vicious cycle that the lone wolf had found himself a part of, he deserved it. And so he watched from great distances as other’s banded together, being able to remain within each other’s presence. His fate consumed him without a chance for the Espada to fight back. Because with each swing of his blade, it only got shorter, cut down by his own efforts.

                                                                            Don’t ya think that you need somebody                                                           Don’t ya think that you need someone                  Everybody needs somebody                                                                          You’re not the only one                           You’re not the only one

"Huuh," he sighed, rubbing his face once more, peeling his lower eyelid down just a little further in thought, "Well. I ain’t too keen on one man’s philosophies…

"Suppose I should git’t fixin’ that, then. Reassume m’own thoughts fer king. Heh. I like that idea. Maybe it’ll keep me from gitten’ in so many damn fights, ‘r somethin’.

"...Personally, less fighting is a good enough reason for me. I don't know about you." He uttered in a rather bland tone of voice. One that gave off the feeling of disinterest from the greater hollow. But anyone who had ever heard of Starrk would be smart enough to expect that much.

If it was belief at all. Hardly. Très herself held any, admittedly a naive quality to even consider to own. She passed by, closing her eyes as the final step was made, asking for a companion to join the rather poor company, which was all she could give for the wolf for now as they left the redundance as it was, as it had always been. A quick look at the Las Noches should be in place, most likely any talk was even necessary to generate for a long while.

Primera insisted for no explanations—and for this reason she mostly had grown to like the male, who was far beyond than only an essence with no specific interest. Undeniably he was appropriate comrade to walk beside with, however to be more precise: to walk few inches behind the tall female, his preferance to slouch after others was very characteristic and easily identified from afar. All in all, she kept on with her stedy pace as the sultry voice of hers admitted to talk behind the collar. His sudden change to shift the address the Très was currently being spoken to was fairly seen instantly. And she returned to follow the stream herself, following the example without particularly imitating.

Silence once again fell between the two, yet the barrier was light, and created no boundary between them. It felt more as a hallway, the two espada being the only ones within its corridor. A uniting factor that brought the two together. It was where they felt comfortable, be it alone, but preferably together. After a sufficient time had passed, the corridor shortened, and felt like an orb, encasing them within its clutches. But the words resinated within his mind.

"Thank you- Primera"

A thanks that he was undeserving to, but for her sake, he silently accepted it. This was not a time for quarreling between each other, nor did he see any other moments that would be necessary. With Aizen's empire fallen, and the two being the seeming only living remainders of such, they not only carried a burden of strength but knowledge. Such a thing should never be carried alone. Unity was needed.