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@mozoushakami​​ asked from The Song of Achilles  {Sentence Starters} :

“There is no law that gods must be fair.”

          Despite the brevity of his response, Lord Aizen’s sentiments were clear as they were concise; cuttingly so, as if he were admonishing a mere child rather than his Tres Espada. Had Nelliel lacked the logic to persuade him otherwise, in her vocal objection toward his decision? Had she somehow erred in her delivery?

          Though her gaze shifted elsewhere from the throne, her head did not bow quite yet; a discreet and necessary display of rare defiance as she pressed. His order... she simply could not willingly and obediently follow it, when her reason could not allow her to do so. Perhaps that was her folly, but she did not mind the sacrifice of behaving foolishly in order to remain loyal to the forest rather than a single tree.

          “.. Even so, my Lord,” Nelliel began her reiteration and counterargument, retaining her aloof manner of speaking regardless of the strength of her resolve that kept her voice firm as to not waver before the king, so as to persuade him. “Searching for Vasto Lorde among the colonies of hollows.. Such is a mission that my capabilities are more than sufficient to carry out, without the need to expend other resources.”

Grimmjow fled the healing tent as soon as he could regain his feet. Like fuck was he going to stick around with all the shinigami while he’s weak. So what that Nelliel was there? He doesn’t trust her either.

He came here to get his fight from Kurosaki, not play ally with a bunch of weakling pissheads.

He stumbles slides gracefully down the rock and jumps to the next piece of debris, climbing up and over the boulders of shattered palace, hunting after Kurosaki’s reiatsu. Or. he thinks it’s Kurosaki’s. It’s hard to tell. The whole palace is so swamped with different reiatsu’s and the very stone itself has its own thrum of underlying power. It’s nothing like Hueco Mundo with it’s vast emptiness, and the cacophony of scents and tastes is confusing him.

He pauses at the apex of another pile of debris, one hand bracing agaisnt part of a still standing wall while he catches his breath. His whole right side - the side most coated in poison - feels oddly numb and slow, but it doesn’t convince him to turn back.

Not that he could at this point, for when he looks down into the next valley between the ruins he meets the gaze of a man he’s never thought he’d see again.

“Aizen.” The name falls from his lips in a hushed whisper, and he blinks. Hard. As if such an act would dispel the mirage.

@mozoushakami​

“I think you might be confused, sir. Neither my Captain nor Urahara Kisuke are here at the moment. Coincidentally, I’ve only had to smoke a pack and a half of cigarettes today. Imagine that.”

The little lieutenant, who was currently, definitely, certainly not here to deliver a present to the guy with a face that was flatter than a tortilla, was now caught! Right in the act of hurling a very embarrassing present to the captain's office. Along with a hoard of perfumed shinigami. Geez, Shinji and his girlfriends. It was nice to have a distraction. And even nicer to see someone calm and reasonable - even if he was a bit of a stickler for the rules.

"Yo, Sosuke. Ya still ain't got yer captain a present? Ya gonna get demoted at this rate," she teased him. But she was also secretly proud that he was asking for her opinion. She supposed it was because she was Shinji's best friend despite fracturing his elbow in three separate places.