"You're handing me a fucking eyeball?"
He's no stranger to eating eyes, knows how to gouge them them out of skulls, how they burst wetly when they pop under his teeth. But it's one thing to eat them, and another to be asked to simply hold one. He grimaces as it rolls in his palm like some grotesque marble, unable to tear his gaze off of it. The eye stares back blankly, verdigris and dead-eyed, no different than the twin still housed within Ulquiorra's skull.
Eugh.
"Why? And why me?"
@byebyebeautifulsnake / requested starter for Ulquiorra.








