@royaldreamweaver || from here
Shutara looks almost as if she herself belongs in the shifting sands. This isn't Las Noches, its the unincorporated wilds of Hueco Mundo. The white of her cloak blends without even needing her abilities at camouflage--her alliance to Zero covered, hidden, even in her own realm. Even there she keeps power of her own. Long black hair shines in the moonlight but blends into the sky. Metal pins are tinged silver in the absence of light with red wavelengths. She's been here many times before, long before many of those in power were born, let alone corrupted.
The war has dragged on and its changed the faces of those she meets here in this world. The tall Queen is gone. She may have used the title of King, but Shutara knows better--that word holds fake power that she views below her. This man suits her better. Closer to her in mind, spirit.
She sees him come towards her.
"Oh?" Painted lips form a somewhat smug smile. "Can you?" she asks.
Six arms array around her, each hand bearing matching symbols, just like the idol of a god, and she's as close to one as she can be.
"I know that if this meeting was made public, it would make many, many mad...so I don't intend it to be known."
Her crimson lined eyes hold daring.
"I suppose that means that whatever happens here stays here...if in fact it does go down."
Grimmjow stops before her, his smirk unchanging in the face of her words. “Let em be pissed. What’re they gonna do about it?” Make him rescind his violence? Make him unfuck her? Cuz that’s certainly the plan. A few years ago and the idea wouldn’t have even crossed his mind. He’s different now. Older. Less naive. She’s mostly the same. More uninhibited with her freedom, sure, but she was always gonna be drawn to his bestial persona, and he was always going to be drawn to the intoxicating warmth of her reiatsu. Just now he’s able to act on it.
They’ve been circling each other for months. Too often than not, too focused on the fight at hand to spare anything to the predatory behavior they display for each other.
At the beginning of the war, Grimmjow hated shinigami. Couldn’t stand them, with their pedantry, and manners, and posturing. It was all fake bullshit hiding the animal underneath and he couldn’t stand for such dishonesty. hypocrisy. The he met her and it clicked a little mroe obviously. The older ones never forgot their roots. Their power. Grimmjow liked that a great deal more than he like any of the other fakers.
But they’ve done this song and dance before. Brushing past each other hard enough to bruise on each others lives.
“No one’s watchin’ this far out.” Not tonight. There are greater priorities to attend to other than their tiny little strike force camped out in the boonies. “So quit playing coy and staring at me across the fuckin’ firepit. If you ain’t gonna do anything, then I will.”
