#fleshdrop

Blue is for cruel bargains.

Dust settles to the ground as the last of the dying Gillian’s body vanishes. Its fellows, other towering figures robed in black and masked in white, are running for their lives, thunderous footfalls echoing throughout the forest of blanched, dead, titanic trees. Snowy sand comes to rest on the lone figure emerging from the cloud, the mane of wild black coming to rest as the explosive moment of violence passes. Kenpachi remains completely still, holding his rusted blade in his right hand, the roots of the nearby trees drinking deep of Hollow blood. 

Normally, he would give chase to the fleeing Menos. It’s been the only pastime he’s had for over a decade. Ever since the Blood War ended, he’s been left with the true power of his sword, the true possession of his title, and nothing left to fight. It’s why he’s been intimidating the Twelfth Division into forcing open Garganta so that he can at least somewhat slake his eternal thirst for struggle. And yet, despite bathing the white sands of Hueco Mundo in more Menos blood than he cares to remember, it barely satisfies him whatsoever. Gillian, Adjucha, Vasto Lorde, none of them can even begin to give him what he truly craves. This massacre of the Hollows is no different than his time as a child, wandering the streets of Zaraki, murdering every moving thing that came across his path. Even if the swing of his blade makes Yachiru... no, Nozarashi’s voice ring clearer in his ear, it brings him little joy. How long has it been since the sweet nectar of pain has graced his skin?

A few seconds, as of now.

His hand slowly rises to his face, brushing over the scar across his uncovered eye. The wound given to him by the person he respected and idolized over all others has remained silent ever since he left the pits of Muken, but now it brings a long-lost ache. The lone warrior wonders if this boredom has truly driven him mad, that he’s lost himself in a haze of past battles, desperately seeking the thrill once more, but then his eye twitches, instincts pointing him towards another. The old blade nearly falls from his hand as recognition paints itself across his face.

it’s almost 3am for me, i felt that

cxrvina replied to your post: Insomnia’s utterly annihilating me & cant really...

ME TOO

subjectitute replied to your post: Insomnia’s utterly annihilating me & cant really...

i don’t got insomnia but i also don’t wanna be awake

2 AM, here! I wish my brain would decide to function at a sane, humane hour abhdsfds

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