#nel interactions

intimacy action prompts.

Secluded and lonely, the two best adjectives that characterized the desolate vast emptiness of the Hueco Mundo dessert. White sands and the inky black eternal night sky for as far as the eyes could see. Yet for Nelliel this was home, the solitude of the vast dunes bringing a sense of inner peace to the Arrancar woman's worried mind.

There was so much that needed be done and so many troubled souls seeking guidance and support from their rulers, that sometimes, the former Tres Espada couldn't help but feel the need to escape and flee the chaos of the now derelict Las Noches palace. It was the nights like this, when she found her solace in the desert, walking in silence with her own thoughts through this vast laminal space.

And this night felt like all the others... Except, it wasn't. She must've been walking for about a few hours now, when Nelliel's distracted mind and thoughts happened to be drawn by an unidentified figure disrupting the even view of the otherwise empty desert. It was way too big and thick to be another one of the tree like formations littering the sands every now and then, but also too small to be a stray Hollow.

It was safe to say that her curiosity was peeked and since she couldn't draw her attention away from it, Nelliel had to get closer and see for herself what or who this might've been.

As she got closer and the figure grew bigger and clearer, she could finally make out that it was the silhouette of a person, a human looking man to be more precise, which in other circumstances would've been strange, but with the latest events that had taken place over the past hundred or something years, the ram Arrancar was by now accustomed to any bizzarery.

Nelliel knew that this couldn't have been another fellow Arrancar, given that she knew every single one of her people, but at the same time it couldn't have been a Hollow or human either. Advanced Hollow, even the Vasto Lorde were still far from retaining a humanoid resemblance to an actual human person, and a normal human couldn't have crossed the barrier between the two realms without dying in the process.

So the last viable option would've been a Shinigami. But what would a reaper be doing in Hueco Mundo, of all places? Aizen and his men had fallen, and with the war between the three realms now over, there was no reason for a Shinigami to wander the still desert of Hueco Mundo. Could've this maybe been an outcast? A Shinigami that had decided to renounce his own spiritual duties and life in the barracks of the Gotei 13?

Whoever it was and whatever their reasons might've been, Nelliel could sense the sorrow that permeated the space between them, as if the man himself was lost and haunted by his own demons and indecisiveness, which ironically would've been fitting with the natural inhabitants of Hueco Mundo. And something about this sadness and somberness drew the woman in, calling to her empathetic side and the compassion left in her by her former human life.

Unlike other Hollow or Arrancar, Nelliel was one of the very few that could feel emotions and experience the wide range of the human feelings, even if they had been dulled by the transition into this afterlife. So naturally, she forgot about any precautions and just walked towards the man, stopping by his side to take his hand into hers.

Nelliel's expression softened into an endeared smile as she reached to pat Chopper on the head all affectionately. "Oh Chopper, don't say that you wouldn't be able to do anything alone! You are more than capable to accomplish anything you'd set your mind to!" She was however happy that the reindeer boy didn't view his flaws as drawbacks. "Well, can't contradict you on that other half, though. You're right that we all have our flaws and imperfections, but together we can overcome them and compensate by teaming up with others to value our good traits and capabilities!" One day, Chopper would be able to build that desired crew he always dreamt of, Nelliel was sure of it. And once that would become a reality, she would be there to celebrate it with him.

Nelliel's big brown eyes lit up immediately upon the sight of the bag of candies. Like any other child, she too had a very big fondness of anything sweet and sugary when in her small form. So no wonder that no sooner than Renji had pulled the treasure out of his sleeve, the small Arrancar began reaching out for it with her tiny hands. "Gimme! Gimme! Nel Tu wants the candy!"

And once the desired bag of delicious treats was in her possession, Nell began munching on the sweets. "Mmm... Those are so good and sweet! Far better than the dry biscuits Aizen had stashed in the palace pantries! Nel Tu likes those much better!" She continued gobbling up the candy, while Renji began preaching to her about dental hygiene and health. "Nel Tu has strong teeth! Nothing can ruin Nel Tu's teeth, they're as hard and sturdy as rocks, see?" Opening her mouth, Nell then pointed at the prominent canines peering over her lower lip.

It felt good to be finally understood by someone, so Nelliel could be in full sentiment with the Shinigami's annoyance at the way people expected him to give a rational explanation to every single thing he did or said. "Ah, yes, Nel Tu hates when that happens! Then they act as if ya don't know what yer talking about or as if yer talking about imaginary things and as a result, refuse to take ya seriously." Nell nodded and heaved a long sigh, relating fully to what the red-head was saying about his own experience. "They'd say: 'Nel Tu, this is adults business! Ye could never understand, so better skedaddle back to yer child stuff and leave this to the grown ups!' and refuse to let Nel Tu help or give her opinion on whatever the problem is." Similarly to what Renji did before her, the female Arrancar began imitating whoever the line must've belonged to, which could've either been Pesche or Dondochakka by the looks of it.

She didn't fully grasp the notion or idea of a handshake in this form, but given that even in her kid size, Nell could easily pick up on social cues, she was quick to understand what was wanted of her and she gladly shook Renji's hand back. "Yer cool too, Renji-san! Nel Tu feels like she can truly be herself when she's around ya! Ya never judge Nel Tu or make her feel any less than those around her!" Which was a fact she truly appreciated about him. Renji was one of the very few people who actually took her seriously and didn't only treat her like an immature child, even when she was small and goofy looking in this regressed state.

Nelliel braced herself for another barrage of harsh insults and heavy words filled with venom and spite.

Sure, this had only been a compliment, something that shouldn't elicit any negative reaction, something that should've been an act of friendliness and an attempt at kindness on her behalf, but with Nnoitra it was hard to tell how he'd react to it.

It was the first time she was even attempting giving him anything close to a compliment, so the way in which he would react to this was very much unpredictable and could have very well been met by the opposite result of how someone would usually react upon receiving a positive remark directed towards their appearance.

But the former Tres Espada wasn't afraid of the consequences of this little experiment. Be it what it might be, being drawn into another ferocious battle with him wouldn't have been anything new under the sun. There was nothing there to be lost in case this failed. So she wanted to at least give it a try and see for herself what could happen.

The truth was that Nelliel was simply tired of this endless warfare between the two of them. The constant chasing around and clashing of swords, the threats and the insults... It had all became so repetitive to the point she'd long grown tired and bored of it, no longer finding fun or any enjoyment even in seeing that fire burning strong behind Nnoitra's only visible eye when she'd contest his worth and skill as a warrior.

Maybe there were other... Better ways in which she could try and incite the will to live back into that empty husk that was his depression plagued soul. And Nelliel was willing to try them out, cause maybe just maybe she could find something else that would keep Nnoitra going, a goal other than that of defeating and finally putting the female Arrancar in her place.

There was no ill meaning behind her words, not even sarcasm laced in her tone, so at least she'd tried... "I know that ya don't give a fuck about my opinion. Would've been surprised if ya did, to be honest." The woman replied, clearly unfazed by the harsh response. "Was just trying to be nice, for a change."

Her hazel eyes never left his for the time she spoke, trying to at least prove the sincerity behind her claims. "But I did mean it... It does look better on ya like that. Not everything I say has to be an insult, ya know Nnoitra? I can be nice too... If I want to." Playing it cool, Nelliel crossed her arms at her chest, being as confident and cool as always.

"Dunno bout ya, but with how very few of us are left, maybe it's about damn time we at least try coexisting in this damned place without trying to kill each other every time we happen to be in each other's proximity." Hopefully he'll see reason to her words and actually stop to think about it too. "I am not yer enemy, Nnoitra... I don't want to be yer enemy."

Appearing near her, he'd flash a bright smile and wave should she be looking in his direction. "Sorry this is so late, Nel, but happy birthday." In the young man's hands was an elegantly wrapped package. Inside said package was a series of candies and snacks from Karakura, along with a series of manga that he was obsessed with that he thought she'd enjoy. The first full set, in fact. "I hope you like it." | Birthday wishes from Ichigo

Nelliel had been busying herself working in the makeshift office she'd organized for herself in one of the palace rooms in Las Noches. The reparation process of the palace was a tedious one, which involved a lot of administrative work that needed be done by someone responsible enough to look after things. Since Grimmjow was dealing with the acquirement of materials from the human realm and Hallibel was was watching over the recover of the now scattered remaining Arrancar, the former Tres took it upon herself to do the bureaucratic work, while the other Espada survivors were recuperating after their battles.

That's where Ichigo would find her, fully absorbed in her papers. Nell had been so busy, that she nearly forgot about her own birthday, so when she finally noticed the red-head through the window, she didn't think anything unusual about it and just smiled brightly, happy to see her friend again.

"Ichigo! It's been a while!" She was quick to welcome him in, making some space so he could take a sit at the table if he would want to or felt tired from the journey to Hueco Mundo. "I am happy to see ya! What brings ye to our lands? I hope no one from our group's been causing ya trouble again!" Since she hadn't remembered the special event of the day, Nelliel was already starting to think the worst that maybe a rogue Arrancar had escaped to the human realm to cause trouble. So she was definitely pleasingly surprised when the Shinigami wished her a happy birthday and handed her the nicely wrapped package. After a moment of mental processing, it finally clicked with her too what day it was. "Oh my! Yer right! Today's my birthday!" Her face was quick to light up with joy and delight. "Thank you! I really appreciate it, Ichigo!" Feeling her eyes year up from the emotion that he'd remembered about her birthday, Nelliel went to give him a big bear hug.

Proceeding afterwards to open her gift, Nell was thrilled by the various things she found inside. Lately, she'd really grown fond of taking long baths in the palace's inground pools, so the candles would make the atmosphere even more relaxing. The snacks happened to be her favorite ones and the manga series appeared to fascinate her, since it was the first time Nelliel saw one (Urahara didn't really have this kind of stuff at his shop and if he happened to sell magazines, they either were news related or about products they could order at his shop). In short, this was a perfect selection of items he could've chosen for a gift for her.

"Oh, it's perfect! Thank ya, really! It's all I could've wished for!" The words were followed by another big hug. "But most importantly of all, having ye here to visit me is the most beautiful gift I could've receive on my birthday!"

I crave your body. So much so I need to satisfy myself when I fantasize about you or else I'll be the true monster you believe me to be. But my hands are never enough, they cannot compare to the velvet of your core, the intensity of your fragrance or the softness of your curves.

You do not understand in how much danger you are just by being yourself around me. And you'll never will, so long I can control myself.

The written confession makes the policewoman blush, her loins feeling warm and her stomach filled with butterflies that flutter their wings like crazy. Just from reading all those passionate words alone she can already feel herself growing hot with desire and wet with need, feeling that insatiable hunger grow up deep within her once more.

Nelliel bites her lip and squeezes her thighs together. "Well, what's stopping you from making all those fantasies come true? I for one crave just as much as you do to feel you deep inside me, plunging your virile force inside me and squeezing my warm skin and flesh between your skillful fingers!~ I'm wet, hot and bothered waiting for you to come and make those words true!~"

As an Arrancar and former Espada herself, Nelliel could understand Grimmjow's pain and frustration with his past failure. They were proud creatures who had fought their way fiercely through the evolutionary stages of their species, in order to ascend from lesser Hollow to the noble Vasto Lorde rank. Only a select few of them had even had the strength and will to actually succeed in reaching that kind of level, so for someone like Grimmjow, who already was the type who valued his strength and pride more than anything, it made sense why such a defeat was a kind of dishonor that stung more than any physical wounds could ever hurt. And Nelliel could understand this all the more as she herself had been once a noble soul, who valued her own strength and power above all and suffered immensely as a result of being humiliated and usurped by someone who at the time would've been considered net inferior to her in both rank and power.

She knew and empathized with his pain, as it reflected her very own.

But while she knew why the former Sexta behaved the way he did and she understood his pain, Nelliel couldn't and wouldn't allow herself to just stand by and watch as her friend and former comrade in arms ruined himself little by little with every passing day. While the past couldn't be changed and the weight of it will forever bear its mark on Grimmjow similarly to the physical scar streaking his chest, the jaguar still had the full control of his future, of what he could make of himself and what he could truly become to surpass anything his past self could do or did, and that's why Nelliel didn't want to just stand by and watch him destroy himself. She was determined to help him see too that he could still be the king she saw inside of him. That, in fact, he already was that noble king.

"Maybe, maybe not, only time will be able to tell." Nelliel knew that launching herself into a disagreeing argument with Grimmjow right now on this particular topic wouldn't lead anywhere, all things considered. So instead, she decided to keep a neutral stance for the time being, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with the Sexta's goals and inner wants. "But ye definitely wouldn't be able to do it if by the time ya two will cross paths again, yer going to be nothing but a shallow wreck of your former self." The young woman furrowed her brow, seeing the state her friend was in. "We might be undead creatures, Grimm, capable of withstanding the most ruthless of circumstances, but just as our recent past has proven to us, those physical vessels of ours, our bodies, have their limits too. If ya destroy yer body in the long run, all this hard work will be worth nothing to ye." Closing the space between them, Nelliel then used her body as a support pillar to help Grimmjow steady himself on his feet and regain balance. "In this very moment yer doing nothing but doing Kurosaki a favor by wearing yerself out and I doubt that's what ye truly want, is it?"

His words that came next in response to her worries made her heave a sigh as she then began leading him towards a rock where Grimm could take a seat and recalibrate himself. "I know, I know, the Sexta Espada doesn't need anyone or anything but himself." Nell nodded along with him and didn't let his defiant opposition touch her. "But yer also a king, Grimm. And a king is nothing without his faithful subjects to aid and follow him in his conquests." Power didn't lay only in physical strength, but also in numbers and Grimmjow should've known that too. "In order to become stronger, ya need yer pack, and ye know that better than anyone else." Her tone was soft and gentle, not in any was reprimanding or preachy. "Instead of carrying all that burden on yer own, why don't ya want to let me and Hali help ya?"