āI know Iām not really in a position to make any requests of you. But Iām going to anyway.ā As much as he frightens her, she canāt shy away from what she wants to say. āPlease take care of him. Not everyone sees it, but heās good. He deserves to be happy. You both do.ā
PLEASE TAKE CARE OF HIM . this girl was a strange one , that was certain. heād begun to tear the flesh from her bones , when theyād first met . hardly something plausible to commune with . something that would terrify even those more divine than she was . inhuman . a monster . cannibalizing men , and obliterating animals . not many would live past sklavareiās wicked light . and yet , she was only a mortal girl with a taste of power . and a heart far gentle , what some would call naĆÆve , than his own . quilge thought his a citadel of cruelty . a place where no one else lived . except ā¦
a red gaze is cast upon her , & quilge sees the fear in her eyes . not that it stops her . unsure of what he could do to her , should the wrong words leave . still , the girlās voice never wavers , and the hunter stops . listens to her . she sounds so earnest . a rarity around the palace , where vanity almost serves as currency .
his heart stirs . the man he loved so deeply . perhaps , to some , it hadnāt looked like love , but a soldier bringing home his spoils of war . a selfish , hungry motion of conquest . but it wasnāt all that . not in the time that had past , and hearts that had worn themselves raw in each otherās presence . because how do monsters love ? and what do hunters do when they are cornered ? rifle to the chest , fangs at the neck . an image reflected in the eye of your enemy . yourself . reborn within a heated gaze . then , silence . weapons sheathed .
i love you . i have always loved you .
I love you , too .
stay with me ... please . donāt go .
iāll be right here .
it hurts , it hurts . help me ... !
hush ; come here . closer .
quilge cannot help but smile . slight , gentle . something genuine . ā he has such trouble seeing the good in himself ⦠& I had told him until he believed it was true . ā an adoring laugh . ā āāā he says iām too good for someone like him . that he doesnāt deserve me . I donāt believe that for a moment . we are deserving of each other .
the severed half of my soul i'd once thought lost . a beast & a hunter . a demon & an angel . an arrancar & a quincy .
so , I must take care of him . guide him alongside me . teach him about the joys of the world he had departed from , when he was alone & possessed by sorrow . hardly any others are so patient .
I will love him . I fear no man nor beast . I have to love him , as husband , consort & mate , as an equal match . and , since nnoitra has suffered so greatly , shouldering his despair is what I can do . Loving him āā all of him , the good & the bad āā is what I can do . his wounds , I kiss . his tears , I dry .
I must love him as he loves me : without abandon , without fear . he needs a man to love him the same manner . an intensity unlike any other . we were both in need . and weād never voiced it until we met upon the battlefields . perhaps , i think ⦠we were fated to meet . that i had loved him in a past life . ā
she cannot see the softness his eyes suddenly possess . " but , in truth , it was never so simple . when we had first met , i had known that i was hurting him . that he was hurting me . we wanted to kill each other ... he'd wanted to eat me alive , you know . leave nothing left of me to find . and in turn , i was cruel to him . barbarically so . but , at the time , we'd only saw each other as our own natural enemies . we didn't know that we would become so ... devoted to one another . that we couldn't bear to have the other leave our side . our love was ... tumultuous , to start . and i suppose , that some would say that it still is . some claim that it is too strange . that a union between an arrancar & a quincy could never be . but they don't know everything about either of us . our love has only grown . it ... has changed , as love changes you .
he was a nobleman's son , once . long ago , when no one remembers . and he was in need of a guardian ... someone to protect him from the dangers just lurking within his home . perhaps , as his own living memory fractured , that was something he'd forgotten ...
i love him . i love him so very , very much . and it is a miracle that he loves me in return . " of her own curiosity , her concern , he is grateful . " ... thank you for your kindness . "
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