#retirro

what kind of plot? :v

It wasn’t often that the Hōgyoku sought out someone else’s affection, but when he did, there were very few people that he took to indulging in. Starrk, of course, was one of them. Being one of the most powerful of the Espada, the entity was almost as drawn to him as he was to his own master, which was intriguing enough, if one knew that strength played a fraction of the role. He stayed put, of course, his purr remaining and the surprisingly gently nuzzles continuing. 

[[ @retirro for you my dear]]

Szayel tiptoed into the Primera’s compound.  He wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting, but certainly not the prevailing silence that swirled about him, wrapping him up in a velvet blanket.  It was not that quiet bothered the Octava, but in the absence of noise, his mind clicked and whirred with a more ferocious intensity than usual, as if trying to make up for the empty space with internal chatter, like a dog chasing its tail.

His purpose was innocuous. A simple reading of a reiatsu signature for scientific endeavors, but most people were suspicious of the scientist and his methods, so he didn’t dare just come out and ask.  He would figure out something else.  The entry rooms were vacant so far, and he continued onward through the white-walled hallways.  Finally, the first bits of sound reached his ears, relaxed breathing…ebb and flow.

Of course.  It took a lot of energy to maintain that kind of power; he remembered that well.

Cocking his head, Szayel studied the sleeping Starrk.  In rest, most people reverted back into an earlier state, a window into their most vulnerable parts, but this was different.  Somehow Starrk looked even more burdened, as if sleeping was a serious task, a labor of the utmost importance.  Still, it was a chance.

He pulled the small machine from his pocket and scanned the sleeping body before tucking it back into his pants. Slowly, he turned to walk away…but somehow this all seemed too easy.  He felt the weight of several nights worth of experiments tugging on his bones; he had been fine before, but now upon seeing the slumbering arrancar he felt as if he could sleep for a thousand years.  And more than anything else, Szayel was curious.

Softly, as to not disturb, he lay down next to the Primera.  The soothing was automatic and he curled up into a little ball, a contradiction of keeping his distance and wanting to soak in the comfort of the sleeping man.

This was new.

yas nap with me