#returnofaion

"Would a hare truly find you threatening?" Tsukishima murmurs, not looking up from his page, but keeping Grimmjow in his peripheral vision. His calm smile never wavers, despite the annoying interruption.

He turns a page, shifting the bookmark at the same time. He knows of this Arrancar, but Grimmjow wouldn't know him very well. Nor what he was capable of. If there was a disadvantage, it was Grimmjow's lack of understanding, thinking he was just a human.

"Why don't you ask Ichigo how disadvantaged I am, hm? Unless you want to test that assumption yourself?"

“If it was smart.” He leers, foot steps silent as he stalks around the fullbringers back, settling into his blind-spot before closing the distance. Tsukishima isn’t looking at him. His mistake. It could be less than a heartbeat and Grimmjow could run him through. Letting him out of his line of sight like that...

Sonido is fast, a crack and whoosh of displace air follows swift motion that could - if Grimmjow were truly interested in hunting and killing - end their game immediately. But Grimmjow is feline at heart, and he likes to play with his food from time to time. The sonido lands him directly behind Tsukishima, close enough that his breath can blow hot across the back of the mans neck.

@returnofaion

//Lol we know.

Szayel strains against the bond that's been tied.

"Well, I don't exactly find that a negative trait," he says. "Maybe it means that I have something broken within me...but well...it would just be one more thing to add to the pile."

But he's calm, obedient.

"Maybe I like to be controlled. Maybe it's easier than failing when I'm left to my own judgements."

He gazes into playful but cold eyes.

"Tell me. This time that you're here, as long as you are staying...what rules would you have me follow?"

He needs this. He's needed it for a very long time, but he knows better than to just seek it out. Most people aren't absolute enough to fulfill his dangerously masochistic core. This is the real deal.

Hearing the word trust out of someone she most definitely does not bugs her, the contrast feeling like a mosquito biting her ear. She can’t help but glare with her arms crossed, as if staring into his eyes would give her some insight into his motivations. If it had been a stranger giving her directions to the ever-moving, ever-changing, Shiba household she would be far more obliged to listen. He’s pointing in one direction, but her feet are behesting her to go the exact opposite direction, maybe just so they no longer need to deal with the mistrust and stop the sensation of feeling like she’s stepping on lit coals. But her heart isn’t one to back down or retreat away from such situations just because there’s past history. “No way." Rukia speaks coldly without thinking, though she covers her tracks with a small correction, not trying to downright admit her wariness in the other. “I’m pretty sure I was just over there and I didn’t see a thing.”

Szayel looks up from where he's tied. It's difficult to move, and he's unable to shield himself for anything that Tsukishima may want. But he knows exactly what he refers to.

The split skin has welled with blood, and now that it no longer can contain it, the thick, viscous liquid now flows down the pure white skin.

"I know that these are some of your favorite colors," he says. "There's nothing quite like being made art."

He studies him as he wonders just where he'll go next.