La Tercera

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you even listening to me?”

“Are you even listening to yourself?”

“Are you sure they won’t find out?”

“Are you sure this is legal?”

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

"Are you threatening me?”

“Be mine.”

“Do I know you?”

“Do you love me?”

“Do you remember this?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Don’t go.”

“Don’t let me die”

“Don’t look at me like that.”

“Don’t make me beg.”

"Don’t you dare come near me!”

“Don’t you dare.”

“Explain yourself.”

“For you, I would _____”

“Give it back.”

“Give me another chance.”

“Have you ever even done this before?”

“How drunk are you right now?”

“I already regret this.”

“I am not wearing that.”

"I can’t believe you missed that.”

“I can’t do this anymore.”

“I can’t even look at you.”

“I could kill you!”

“I dare you.” or “I dare you to _____.”

“I didn’t do it.”“

"I didn’t know you could do that.”

“I don’t want to look at you right now.”

"I guess this is goodbye.”

"I hate you.”

“I have to go.”

“I just want to cuddle.”

“I know your secret.”

"I love you, but I really wish I didn’t.”

"I love you.”

“I miss you so very much.”

“I missed you.”

“I need a drink.”

“I need a hug.”

“I never really loved you.”

“I owe you.”

“I think I broke it.”

“I think I’m falling in love with you. ”

“I think I’m forgetting something.”

“I think it’s broken.”

"I trust you.”

“I want to be yours.”

“I want to try this thing I read in a book.”

"I want you. Naked. In my bed. Now.”

“I’ll be there in five minutes.”

”This is really inappropriate.”

"I’m all for spicing thing’s up, but isn’t this a bit much?”

"I’m bad for you.”

"I’m dying.”

“I’m going to be sick.”

“I’m not speaking to you anymore.”

“I’m pregnant and it’s yours.”

“I’ve never heard that one before.”

“If you stay quiet, no one will know.”

"Is that my shirt?”

“It was me”

“It’s so beautiful.”

"It’s time to choose.”

"Just five more minutes.”

“Just go.”

“Just leave me alone.”

“Just let me die.”

“Just relax.”

“Just what did we do last night?”

“Kiss me you idiot.”

“Kiss me.”

“Make me.”

“Marry me?”

“My Parents don’t know”

“My parents know.”“

"Never again.”

“Nh, don’t be so rough!”

“No, that can’t be my baby.”

“No! You can’t die on me now!”

“Put it away.”

"Put your trousers on!”

“Put. The. Weapon. Down.”

“Shut up and listen.”

“Take responsibility.”

“That isn’t mine.”

“That looked easier on TV.”

“That sounds painful.”

“That was a bad plan.”

“That’s mine!”

"That’s the cheesiest pickup line I’ve ever heard.”

“They’re coming.”

"This seems familiar.”

“This stays between us.”

“Truth hurts, don’t it?”

“Want to hear a secret?”

“We need to talk.”

“We’re moving too fast.”

"Well that was unexpected.”

“What are we doing here?”

“What are you afraid of?”

“What are you touching?”

“What are you?”

“What do you need?”

“What happened to you?”

“What have I done this time?”

“What if someone catches us?”

"What sort of noise was that?”

"What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“What were you thinking?”

“Where are my clothes?”

“Where did you find this?”

“Where do you even find this sort of thing?”

"Where were you?”

“Who’d have guessed you could pull such a face?”

"Why are you wearing that?”

“Why yes, I am as think as you drunk I am.”

“You could have died!”

"You could have killed someone!”

“You coward.”

“You don’t need to be so gentle.”

"You drive me crazy!”

“You have ten minutes, so make it quick.”

"You lied to me!”

“You mean everything to me.”

“You owe me.”

“You. Come. Snuggle. NOW!”

“You’re all out of ____.”

“You’re an idiot.”

"You’re bad for me.”

"You’re dead to me.”

“You’re pregnant and It’s mine”

“You’re really good at this…”

"You’re so weird.”“

Eyes scanned the area, the courtyard was complete with about four tables and none of which possessed anything on them. It was at this point that Grimmjow remembered his drink. He’d been drinking coffee out of a white acrylic chalice, the same cup that every drink ever poured in Las Noches was poured into. Grasping the flowers, he’d gently arrange them in order to place them within the cup and as they stood on their own for the first time in hours in a pool of coffee, Grimmjow sighed in relief.

The Sexta wasn’t exactly a gardener, nor did he care what liquid the plants received so long as it was liquid nonetheless. The look of serenity across his face quickly dissipates as he senses her reiatsu quickly approaching. Scrambling to act natural, the Espada straightens his posture and clears his throat. Only acknowledging her presence as she speaks, his eyes are immediately preoccupied by the outfit she’s wearing. It was cute, a decorative pattern of vertical lines complimented with various shades of pink. Like anything she wore, it complimented her figure.. he was tempted to rip it off of her here and now— that was until his nose caught wind of the baked treat in her hand.

Flickering down to allow his gaze the opportunity to take the sight in, his mouth began to water as his dominant hand moved to grasp the small cup that was acting as a vase. Within the vase sat several flowers, arranging from various colors not chosen to match a particular color palette but just to fit into the criteria of ‘brightest’ as predetermined by him.

〝 H— How did you know I liked chocolate? 〞

Grimmjow mused quietly, standing to offer his crude gift to her, arms outstretched as he looked away, almost embarrassed at the thought of giving a gift to someone else. Especially someone like her, someone who’d never live this down. Nevertheless it felt good to make her happy, it was the least that he could do.

Bold, loud and vivid colors caught her big doe like eyes. She gasped in surprise and covered her mouth in awe, Nelliel loved flora and plant life. She always had tigerlillies in her quarters but the Quinto would always break the vase purposely or shread the flowers. Nelliel took the flowers with excitement and glee the genuine happiness was clearly visible all over her. She brought them close to her face and inhale their scent her eyes fell lidded for a moment as she held them to her lips and she allowed them to brush her cheek. One might wonder what she would look like sprawled out bare and natural in a field of flowers and nothing more. Slowly her eyes opened and slowly they met his, in her eyes was appreciation, adoration and a bit more.

No one but Baraggan and her brothers had ever gifted her something so pure and meaningful, she could see the thought. The colors chosen were bright bold ones just like him it was put together with precision and careful planning. Nelliel quickly moved to him and gently cupped his cheek with her free hand and leaned in. Her kiss was pure it was sweet and honest, she was genuinely thankful for his gift and would take the utmost care of it. After the kiss she gently brushed her nose against his and looked up into his eyes, a blush covering her noses bridge darkening her birthmark.

                                    Manhandling symbol starters

“Forgive me for such an action of ill manners however, I am aware of Who and What you are as well as what you are capable of. Ichigo himself seems to be able to do as you can but with different abilities.”

Moving away from the door she cleared her throat and continued softly. “I know your abilities alter the mind so much so that they do not know the difference between a authentic memory or a fabricated one.” Her eyes felt downcast now her caution relevant as she was searching her mind to word the next bit carefully. Nelliel was not one for vulgar insults but sometimes she misspoke thus leaving a bad taste in others mouths. “I am also well aware that you can break a mind bend them to your will, such is your uniqueness something only you can do....but is it possible to heal a damaged traumatized mind with your abilities? Can you mend or only destroy?”

Finally, his body gravitated towards her, his heat seeking hers toned muscled arms clasp around the ram woman's waist intent on not letting her out of his grasp any time soon. Soon, they are one in the dark not yet bonded but together in the sense that his body is meshed against hers like a jigsaw piece flush against the right piece. The slow kiss was deep and laced with his want and need it was tender, it made her lose her breath. Gentle lips but commanding arms and hands giving her orders which her body would follow without hesitation, her forehead against his hazel eyes glanced at his lips then back into those eyes. Yes, the Pantera was courting his prey which he rarely ever did, a prey like no other he backed her up against her bed and she moved with him pulling him by his waist. 

Being forced back atop her grand king size bed spread she slid down laying atop it almost as if she were on display for him a feast for him alone she giggled watching him. Soon a sharp intake of air was heard as his hands began to travel and roam her body, her smooth skin was explored by his hands expertly wherever he touched ignited in fire. These eyes that once forced themselves to look away from her now explored her she graced him and he reciprocated. Nelliel had to admit she had dreams like this, it would cause her to wake in a hot sweat unable to sleep and if it wasn't him she would rather suffer in heat alone. However, he was here now and this was no mere heat he thought he knew her he was about to see a entirely new side of her he was reluctant to speak to her because he thought he would taint her some how boy was he in for the shock of his life.

His hands were pleasing to her he was giving her pleasure with just mere touch and they hadn’t done anything more but this and kiss. His digits trace her supple flesh earning him soft groans and then his nails dig into her causing her to moan in earnest the roughness and slight pain triggering her inner primal animal. Nelliel swallowed harshly she craved him her hands went to his guiding them to places she allowed no one, he vied for her attention and he wouldn’t settle for anything less that all of it. His teeth on her flesh made her whine softly she squirmed under his touch her cheeks had gone flush with rose color her breathing was deep and heavy. Her mind was swimming in him, his touch his voice his scent his taste she was drowning and only Grimmjow could throw her a life preserver. He was feeling her out seeing how she liked it she a closet masochist was about to give the Pantera what he craved; her. 

Nelliel couldn’t take it anymore she began to grasp at his forearms and pull him towards her she was not an exhibit she wanted his being and so help him if he made her wait any longer. Her uniform began to feel constricting she panted becoming restless for him she reached out for him grasping his vest like uniform top. The most innocent and pure look was given to him her eyes almost pleading for the hunter pounce on her. “Grimmjow~...come please...I can’t take it anymore” Her voice the way she said his name one could only imagine how she would sound crying it out at the top of her lungs. She was about to feed the beast and the man at the same time.

In response to @killerkouhaicdb ‘s open.

Things had been a mess since Starrk woke up, he’d been covered in his own blood, weaker and stronger all at the same time. However, more importantly than all of that he had been alone, without Lilynette. Starrk had searched for what felt like years on that battlefield before finding his way back to Heuco Mundo unsure where else she would possibly go if she was unable to find him. The green haired woman he’d found in turn was not the one he sought but, a face he hadn’t seen in quite some time.

Nelliel Tu Odelschwanck, previously the 3rd Espada until her sudden and untimely disappearance. He found her as alone as he had been opting to spend the night out in the desert knowing that she could handle his company. The man kept to himself he was looking for Lilynette which put him in a complicated position when they were suddenly attacked. With Aizen gone many of the Arrancar were running wild, no guidance, no rules, and far more power than some of them could be trusted with.

Now with no guidance some turned to the old ways, hoping to still absorb power by destroying others. They clearly weren’t familiar with Nelliel or himself or they likely wouldn’t have risked this attack. Yet, the woman seemed weaker than she once was, and to say Starrk was off his game without his partner was an understatement. Not to mention, there were just so damn many of em.

Still having access to his Los Lobos (and in fact seemingly unable to shut it off) he’d been able to draw his pistols. Yet, they looked different and they were silent, whatever this version was they lacked her soul, they were somehow weakneed by it and Starrk was disconcerted. Maybe it was fighting in the silence that caused his gaurd to drop, and the blow mean for him to be taken by the former Tecera. Starrk put a hole in the adversary he’d been distracted with in time to turn around and make eye contact with her as the largest of these Arrancar lifted her, ready to run now that it was alone.

“Nelliel!” he’d hardly been able to really understand her or where she came from, what had brought her alone mask cracked in the desert and now she was going to be swept away again. So soon he was to be alone again, Starrk shook the lead in his body, he had to do something he COULD do something now he needed to he had no choice.

The Primera flashed in front of the attacker with his Sonido gun pointed directly at their head, his sudden speed caught the creature off guard.

Like a freight truck slamming its breaks the hulking hollow stopped when confronted by Starrk at gunpoint. The beast without reasoning which is what Nelliel called lower level hollow seeing as that is what they lacked stared down the barrel of Los lobos. However it make this chuckle almost as if it knew he wasn’t at his fullest potential, it stood tall as if to display its dominance over Starrk. This hollow truly did not know the strength of the man before him nor the woman he held in his arms. It seemed to understand the Primera’s words and roared back in response and afterwards decided to lick its bone ivory chops as if to indicate its intention to devour the woman.  Her long lashes slowly tried to open and her vision blurred out she turned her head upon hearing his voice, there he was a double vision apparition of the Primera. Her lids began to close only to open again she reached her hand out in his direction. They had been traveling together wandering the sands she was searching for her brothers and he his souls literal other half, she didn’t want to leave him she couldn’t. Nelliel knew of Starrk’s loneliness before Lilynette, she never brought herself to ask the man directly but had heard the rumors of him not being able to be around anyone before Lilynette and the other Espada. Nelliel couldn’t get taken, she couldn't subject him to that pain again her soft yet dry voice was heard the only thing breaking the cold endless silence.

“St-Starrk...” the way she said his name there was something about it.

The sands took Lilynette from him and he pained from it and her brothers and nearly broke her past repair but they would not take the only comrade she’d seen in so long. Nelliel began to muster all the strength in her body, she faced her captor and opened her mouth a bright vibrant magenta glow began to be seen inside her mouth. The woman was charging a Cero at close range injured or not her ceros were devastating especially in close proximity. It would either be a full attack or just enough of a bluff for the hollow to drop her to where the Primera could retrieve her. 

She didn’t wish to leave his side until he found what he seemed to be searching for.