#yxngrou

if @yxngrou killed him... she would not be labled as a hero. There are no heros in the eyes of the soul society's authority. If anything they would fear her more.

" as if they would give you salvation. "

" perhaps they would put you in this chair. Or they would keep you as tier tool. "

But there was a chance they could keep her, but on a leash to be a weapon. She could be striped of her identity and forced to be a weapon.

@yxngrou ; liked for a starter.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤPapers, 'pon the ground do fall. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤNo ... It couldn't be ; IT COULDN'T BE.

Arms, quick 'round her ; a blessing. A much - needed check of reality. For, after the fall of the Espada, they'd been long separated. And during Celeste's capture, she had seen only the Wandenreich, and little more. But, now, the dust had settled ; and the Princess of what was once Las Noches, had endured.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤHER FRIEND, LIVED !

Joyous, joyous ! She cannot help the laughter that leaves her, silvery and airy, as harpy would draw back. O'er the other did she look, investigating for any scrapes, lacerations, ANYTHING MISSING ! But whole, and healthy, is Aizen's heir. Carefully, does Harpy begin to bend down, collect paperwork that escaped her grasp.

❝ . . . you must be strong if you're picking a fight. ❞

⎡ @yxngrou ⫿ unscripted ⫿ accepting ⎦

The physical sensation of it registers first. Teeth. Pressure. The awareness of her breath against his skin.

His pulse jumps and sweat breaks out across the back of his neck. 

  “Hey, Akari…?”

       What the hell?

Maybe she’s hungry. Maybe she just does this. Seems like it might be normal behavior in Hueco Mundo where she grew up. Except now, Ichigo has absolutely no idea what the correct response is.

  Let it keep happening?

     Bite her back?

             Is this flirting?  Aggression??

He gives his arm a little shake to test the strength of her bite. Works a finger under the edge of a tooth to try and pry it free. Gives up. 

“Look. If this means something, I don’t know what the hell it is! Why does everyone want to eat me all of a sudden…?”

He has a vague vision of his life ending like that. Surrounded by all the people that’ve taken a bite out of him in the past few months. Him going down under the circled pack of them like a deer under wolves.

He tugs his arm.

“Dammit! You’re as bad as Zangetsu, use your words!”

An idiot is gnawing on him. Grimmjow's gaze slides over slow and lazy at the sensation; what he's sure she intends to be sharp and painful, he feels only as a dull ache, a slight give of the supple flesh under her incisors, but nothing more. Metal trumps bone, and his 'iron skin' is close enough in that regard.

He twitches irritably. Lucky for her that he's grown slightly fond of her, or his free hand would've punched a hole in her midriff by now. Instead, he uses it to shove at her face, trying to pry her off.

@yxngrou

INTERACTION CALL!

❝ Wha's the stare for? ❞ Disobedience was met with the bite of poisonous iron, puncturing the mask of hollows & rotting them slowly. [ to be found was hardly his intent. ] Ah, but a guest was a guest. ❝ Ya look more dead inside than usual. ❞