#destructivourr

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In return, Gin would mutely remain as he so often appeared: with eyes creased beyond perception and an unwavering smile. The regularity of this expression had in time caused a weathering of his countenance by several years. A visible record of a resolve which could easily be perceived as nothing more than the result of an irredeemable callousness.

With arms crossed over the hilt of his blade, Gin bent to level his height with the creature which bore the likeness of panther fashioned from bone and viscera. For a time, Gin did not speak, regarding the beast in silence. He observed with an unnerving stillness, no movement or breath escaping his notice despite the languid posture. In the humble presence of his power was an unspoken notion: if the beast moved to strike, it would not be to Gin’s detriment.

Quiescence would be ended with a tilt of Gin’s head and a low breath of amusement. ❝Would ya care to know more than mere squabbles between your kind? To know the taste of a hunter’s ambition?❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐓 ,        pale gaze rising towards the vaulted ceilings with a certain measure of dismissal as resting sediment finds itself disturbed ,   causing a light snowfall of dust  &  debris .   A roar echoes distantly ,   Vergil's lips pressing together with a low ,   contemplative hum before glancing back at the man standing beside a suspiciously empty pedestal .   Not to say that their tone was accusatory ,   but he knew well enough that perhaps ──

                    ❛    I trust you've been keeping your hands to yourself this entire time ?    ❜

──────── well, at least he's honest. @destructivourr .

visage, koto unkaku. & g.rimmjow.

‘ little kitty cat ‘

. . .

❛❛ Oh ? ❜❜ Fingers slip beneath his chin, nails gently dragging up & down. ❛❛ & here I thought you were my little kitten, baby boy. ❜❜

@destructivourr || uNPROMPTE D

And remind me again which troll doll YOU escaped from?

Hands are always cold , their very touch drawing a short inhale from the smaller woman as rough , calloused hands hold her breasts . He's been staring , unsubtle in his intent as he approached seated form on the counter ( a brief glance to face before its lowering towards chest initially prompting a raised brow from the woman ) . Hardly can she stifle the laughter that bubbles up from within her throat as she finds hands firmly planting themselves atop the counter as he drops face down towards her chest . Oh , now she simply can't help but allow that silvery laughter to spill forth , one of her hands rising to sink pallid fingers into the mess of deep blue hair .

❝ Now Grimmjow , we can't have you going & getting yourself LOST within my bosom . Remember to take a breath before you end up smothering yourself . ❞ @destructivourr