#utter-nothingness

For each star, I’ll write a headcanon | Accepting

A moment of weakness indeed. The former cuatro had finally been caught, and by that none other of the infamous Rangiku Matsumoto. Her lovely tresses carved her perfect chest quite exquisitely but why he was even observing her there was beyond him. A hiccup escaped the pale man, and he slouched, something he wasn’t fond of, so he sat upright once more, and hiccuped again, eyes rolling to gaze elsewhere, as he increasingly felt unbecoming and disgusted with himself. It was the deal he had made with this horrid woman, however, in order to escape imprisonment in the Soul Society. He’d get the woman drinks. Though, drinking himself hadn’t initially been the plan, he more-less felt as though she’d practically forced them down his throat after she herself had become rather tipsy.

It had only taken about two before he began showing signs of being drunk. Now, he was likely going to have one hell of a hangover in the morning. Ulquiorra sighed quietly, emeralds coming to look upon the female once more as she laughed full-heartedly at the stupidest of things that could possibly entertain her. The men all gawked over her outstanding figure, and surely more than one had already tried taking her home to his bed. Humans were pigs.

“Must–” hiccup, “–I stay any longer? I’d say–” hiccup, “we’ve both had our fill…”

She was interested in the espada. Why were they like the way that they were? Of course their existences were an aberration and would have to be brought to justice but there was a part of her that was increasingly interested in his kind and she was never a girl to turn down a potential drinking buddy. Chest bounced as she gave a heart-felt guffaw, slamming down her pint on the table, laughing loudly at some joke that was uttered by one of the residents. Had she been sober, she would have been less inclined to laugh so whole-heartedly but this was a time to relax and have fun!

Her companion didn’t seem to be all that interested in drinking, however, so she had had to be a little more forceful with giving him drinks, but he was such a lightweight the poor dear. She would have to just keep working him over until his liver was strong enough to take it. Nevermind that such a callousness took years of abuse, at the very least longer than this one outing would take, but all creatures deserved a good drink, right? 

Yuzu’s curry! 

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                                Each night, as the WOLF sat atop the highest hill she could climb, as the HOWL escaped her lips, she would sing a song of love for the moon. How both their BEAUTY and POWER - hand in hand - were breathtaking. The MOON always showed the wolf such little regard, standing atop the small world the mammal had created, cold and imposing. With a gentle gaze, holding no ill will, she would merely reach her PAWS TO THE SKY, and sing a song the moon couldn’t help but hear...

                                ❝ Why, indeed... ❞ She would ask herself, pulling her hand from his cool flesh. 

                                Slender fingers curled tightly, almost holding that sensation against the warmth of her skin for just a moment longer before dropping her hand to her side. What a FOOL she was - that should have been the response she expected. The young woman couldn’t help but WONDER though, if the wolf had ever touched the moon and felt the raw power radiating. She smiled briefly, a faint twitch of her lips - she was nothing more than a PRISONER here, a tool stashed away until a use was needed. 

¶ Closed w/ @utter-nothingness ¶

How difficult it was to actually blend with humans once again. Pretend to be human but never quite reaching acceptance. The craving for interaction with his own was painful, moreover so was the loneliness. It made him think; constantly ponder over the past. The maddening thoughts seemed to slow when he had found Him.

Not even the devil himself could have offered him a better realese. The Former Octava tried his damnest to capture the interest but it never seemed to work. He would come home empty handed and share the news with his fellow surviving Arrancar, none of which were Espada.

Devesation took hold of him until it was replaced with determination. This time would be different.

; send me a ✿ and i’ll generate a number. || accepting

14: jawline kiss

ψ She liked to think it was because she had insisted, that their game went on, but she knew it was solely because he allowed it. There was a small twinge of frustration, that the rank below her could pull such a thing, but it’s just the way it went. To be honest, the frustration only added to her amusement with this situation.

Ulquiorra had just rose from his knees, the skin of her stomach still raised with goosebumps from his light attention. She had nothing more to say as her fingers came up, and softly hooked under his chin, to move his head aside slightly, before she moved in. She was a tad bit taller than him, so her head leaned down just a fraction, so her lips could find their destination.

Tier gave him the same treatment he gave her, and placed one simple kiss on the skin that was pulled tight over his jaw bone, near the base of his neck. Her lips and fingers disconnected in the same moment, and she took one solitary step back. Her grin still danced on her lips, and green eyes shined.