#glotonria

glotonria asked:: “ You created the espada only to watch us die, did our existence mean so little to you ? “

            ❝ what a fascinating questoin, aaroniero. you must remember -- you are still a hollow. you were made by me, specifically, were you not? each and every single arrancar -- my espada -- all of your souls were touched by my hands. every vast myriad one of them. but i find it dreadfully amusing to have a cannibal such as yourself who remains so PROUD of his gathered strength to ask me that. you proclaimed your power to be that of thirty thousand of your kind, did you not? ❞

            there’s a sharpening in his gaze now, the smile a baring of teeth.

OH MY GOD THAT’S SO FUCKING CUTE THOUGH THAT MENTAL IMAGE???? PLEASE I JUST? THAT’S? SO ADORABLE? PLEASE I LOVE IT? like aizen can be fucking cruel when you ask him a question in THAT FASHION SURE but at the same time here--

𝐎𝐇 𝐎𝐇 𝐎𝐇. 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃, 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃. The features of his mask twisted in horror as he watched Kukkapuro disappear into the yawning darkness of the Noveno's domain — a black hole from which so few returned. Dondochakka's massive hands shot to his mouth, muffling sounds of distress. Oh, no. 

Was this a lost cause? He liked to think so. It saved him the trouble of having to go look. But a tiny bark, high and insistent, told the fraccion otherwise. And for all of Dondochakka's cowardice, he couldn't in good conscious leave a defenseless pup there all alone. After a small eternity, he managed to inch across the bridge, his steps trickling off at the door. There came another bark from deep within, more frantic, and he leaned forward just enough to tempt the darkness. 

"H-Hello?"

No.

send a 'ʘ‿ʘ' if your muse finds my muse attractive.

          What Aaroniero said was a sentiment shared by all Arrancar,  wasn’t it?  There was an innate craving,  a desire for more to fill the emptiness inside them all.  That hollowed  place.  Cirucci was no exception either and the Privaron held no qualms about expressing it.  Neither did he apparently.  She sits comfortably,  perched up high upon one of the many pillars within the room,  staring down at him as he shares this  known  information with her.  It’s a curious encounter,  that’s for certain.  She can’t help but wonder what’s brought him here and what makes him speak so freely. 

          Was he just bored like the rest of them?

          “Is anyone  asking  you to choose,  Aaroniero?”  Cirucci muses,  her eyes turning from him to her nails.  She inspects them for any sign of chipping and when she finds none,  she’s satisfied.  She stands a moment later and with the elegance of a bird jumps down from her perch,  landing gracefully upon her feet but a few yards from where he stands.  She affixes him with a level expression but makes no move to close or widen their distance.