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❝ you were always worth fighting for. you still are. ❞ @elprimeracoyotestarrk

Angst Starters ||| Accepting @elprimeracoyotestarrk

"..." It was unusual to hear such words from Starrk - a man who Renji had learned over time, was one of few words. Yet when he did speak, the words were sincere and meaningful.

"Starrk.. What's this all of a sudden?" Renji asked, a hint of concern in his voice. It almost sounded like a farewell of sorts, or a preamble to something much much larger that was yet to come. He could feel his heart sink in anxiety, bracing himself for the unknown.

He raised a hand unconsciously, realizing that he'd just been about to reach out and grasp Starrk's wrist, out of confusion and perhaps for reassurance, before he put it down hastily again. "Is... there somethin' going on? D'ya have somethin' to tell me..?"

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

I LAUGH BECAUSE I AM WEAK

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🗡That wide genuine smile Renji threw out of the blue at him left Starrk somehow... speechless ? Struck for a second ? It just took him by surprise. But not like when you were ambushed, attacked, cornered. More like... gently ? Softly ? It created a shock inside. But on the outside, nothing appeared. And the Primera Espada’s expression remained perfectly quiet and unreadable.

For some reason though, the gunslinger instantly knew this scene would replay sooner or later inside his mind. Listening to Renji’s memories, Coyote gave the faintest smile, a compassionate one. Lilynette grabbed a few sticks of food from his plate, without him complaining about it. At some point though, Starrk seemed slightly - in appearance only slightly at least - more concerned.

“ D’ya mean you’re often... not feelin’ well ? “Down” as ya said ?” the espada underlined softly, blue grey pale eyes scanning the redhead’s face without an ounce of animosity, more like worried if anything.🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.

Franz Kafka (via thoughtkick)

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

🗡Starrk had literrally no time to react, to protest nor to agree - which anyway he had done perfectly consciously beforehand. Damn, the shinigami was quick. Quick to decide and just as quick to act. The older espada found it almost... touching, charming ? There was a kind of ardour, of impetuosity, that he himself certainly had lost. A long time ago. Plagued by solitude, sadness, not desperate, not yet at least. After all the disillusions, the disappointments... Weariness. Yes, that was assuredly the word.

And with Renji breathing a new breath of life in his life... Like an oxygen puff.

Coyote Starrk was looking around him. Even forgetting about Renji’s still healing wounds for a moment, before his more serious side started to show again and, putting firmly yet softly his hands over the redhead’s shoulders, silently asked him to seat down and rest a bit. Lilynette joined them, as soon as it was possible for her to show up without alarming people around them. Of course, she would be salivating before all this nice-smelling food.

“ I neva tasted anything like this... the Primera Espada had to admit, with a thin smile, as he finished his first taiyaki. So this is yer favorite, right ?

- What ? Are you goin’ to invite him duh ? Lilynette shot right his way, the lower part of her face almost covered with sauce as she was engulfing food at an insane pace the men themselves apparently couldn’t keep. 

- Well... I’ll have to repay da favor, Starrk politely and cleverly replied, evidently sidelining the question. How ya discovered dis place n’... Ya come here often ?” he asked, interrupted by Lily claiming how much she wanted more of those red beans. 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

[ accidental nude ] elprimeracoyotestarrk

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[ accidental nude ]  to receive an accidental nude from my muse

[Unknown 3:15 pm] This is an official message from the SSA. We require you to send us a photo, in the form of a nude, otherwise we will leak it to the entirety of the Soul Society. In which you will forever be made fun of.

Renji stares at his phone, blinking at the odd text that had just come through. He narrows his eyes, bringing the screen right up to his face, as if that would help clarify just what the heck this message meant. Was this... a scam message that Rukia had warned him about? What the heck was the SSA anyway - whatever. Renji was was just gonna ignore. Sighing, he placed his phone down, but startled when it started ringing, a slew of text messages flooding in.

[Unknown 3:16 pm] I know that you were going to ignore this message. I advise you, that is not a good idea.

[Unknown 3:16 pm] If you think that this is just a scam message, you are severely mistaken.

[Unknown 3:16 pm] I have cameras watching your every step, Abarai Renji. I know that you were just about to put your phone down.

[Unknown 3:17 pm] If you do not listen to what I say, then we will have no choice but to spread your nudes all over Soul Society. Your career and reputation are on the line - think about this carefully.

[Unknown 3:17 pm] Once we receive your nudes, then these messages will automatically disappear, and we will stop bothering you. I will be eagerly awaiting your reply.

Panicked, Renji scans his room - clearly this person had to be lying. But.. how else would they have known? Were there truly cameras in his room. Gulping... he disappears into the bathroom together with his phone. Might as well get this over with - what was a couple of nudes anyways? Nudity was nothing to be ashamed of - many people had seen him naked before! This was no big deal!

Emerging from the bathroom a couple of minutes later, he sits himself back down onto the couch. Now to send these godforsaken things. He opens back up his text messages - the SSA they said right... S... S... A *ends up accidentally pressing the next contact down - Starrk Coyote.

[Outgoing 3:29] Here! I sent them! Now don't bother me ever again. 3 attachments.

ping ping ping

[Starrk 3:31] Renji-kun? What is this? Why am I receiving these photos? I think you must have mistakenly sent them to me.

Renji pales. Oh shit. He'd sent them to STARRK of all people!! No. Please, let the ground open up and swallow him whole right now.

[Outgoing 3:32] I'M SO SORRY. DELETE THOSE. RIGHT NOW. THEY WEREN'T MEANT FOR YOU TO SEE. AGH I HATE THIS!

@elprimeracoyotestarrk

Risque UNDER THE CUT!

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

🗡 Starrk had never intended to make Renji feel embarrassed. After a moment, the Primera declared, with sincerity and assertiveness :

“ That’s why ya’re a good person. Ya still have a conscience, which tells ya what’s right n what’s wrong. A conscience isn’t enough doe, ‘cause it doesn’t make sure ya’ll see through all deir lies n manipulation games, Starrk finished with a soft yet jaded and quite dark sigh ; after all, hadn’t he himself been manipulated by the master of manipulation, Aizen Sosuke himself ?

Seeing a smile returning to Renji’s face, and a proud one with that, made also the stern and usually so quiet and not very expressive man smile too. Renji’s smile was contagious. That was the first thing Starrk learnt that day. The shinigami surely looked like a warrior, but, when he’d smile like this, Starrk could picture the rukongai kid running across the streets. The child in him hadn’t been murdered, despite his rough life. And the man’s smiles remained tainted with something candid and... childish, but in a moving way.

- Show me then, O “master escapist” the gunslinger laughed lowly, still with his enigmatic little smile, before standing up, also offering his hand to Renji. I’ll be yer shadow, the tall espada promised, assuring he’d fully trust Renji on this and let him guide him.

Of course, Lilynette wouldn’t show up or she’d for sure blow their covers and wreck the entire operation ; she wasn’t really known for being quiet and discrete, quite the opposite actually. So, when a voice started ringin from the guns hanging at Starrk’s belt, the espada just told it to wait for them to be outside. A grumble of annoyance could then be heard, but finally the guns went silent again. Starrk wouldn’t lie about it ; even if his enthusiasm would certainly not reach a fraction of the type of enthusiasm and excitement Lilynette could feel, he also was quite curious about the Seireitei, but even more about going to Renji’s favorite spots, since the choices would tell a lot about him, about his new - and only in a very long time - friend.🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

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🗡The enigmatic softly smiling man first just replied silently, mutely, with a complicit disarming side-glance thrown at the redhead. The touch of the warm body, so opposed to their cold hollow forms, against his arm took him by surprise though and it gave him a shrill of uncertainty. 

“ I just happened to meet with a lot of people who had a lot of problems, the gunslinger finally explained, with a mere shrug. I know how to discern hidden pain when I see it. It’s not dat hard honestly. It’s like an open wound ya’d try to hide under any armor ; eventually, da wound will show  for da blood will leak out sooner or later. Through da cracks of da armor, no matter how solid da armor is n every armor has its own cracks. So da wound, it will show.

Starrk didn’t interrupt Renji, letting him speak, each of his words sounding quite right, the warm touch now making him feel rather comfortable than embarrassed or out of place.

- Ya ain’t too naive. Ya just young. Don’t give people a stick to beat ya with. Dey’ll find plenty by themselves. People are like dat. Shinigamis or hollows. It doesn’t matter fer sure, Coyote Starrk . Don’t think of me as sumeon’ dat nice doe. Still a killer ya know... the Primera evasively stated, throwing his head back a little and looking at the shinigami, without any trace of pride or contempt, just lassitude.

Rubbing the back of his neck uneasily, because of the large jawbone hanging around his neck - almost like an organic rope waiting for him to hang himself, always ready - but his lips curled into a little smile.

- Ya think ya can go out fer a littl’ time ? Maybe if we sneak past da nurses n doctors, Coyote threw a little wink at him, something he’d never do usually. It’s nice outside n Lily will probably want to start visitin’ da place a bit... Ya’ve seen her... She’s very enthusiastic ‘bout... everythin’”, the Primera laughed quietly. 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

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🗡Coyote Starrk let out a clearly amused laughter; his voice not too loud, not booming at all, yet a little livelier than usual. Renji wasn’t really getting his point apparently, but it wasn’t like it truly mattered anyway. By no means, the espada aimed at hurting the redhead’s feelings.

“ ‘Bout yerself ? Or well... rather what I perceive of yerself ? the Primera asked quietly, tilting his head slightly to the side, resting his chin rough with a three-day goatee stubble on his curled fist, before marking a short pause, choosing his next words as wisely as possible. I think ya disguise yerself as prideful, the gunslinger finally remarked, with a slight smile, not a deceitful or a duplicitous one. But I think dat ya are a sea of insecurities and fractures. I also think ya feel like ya need to protect yerself a lot. Which surely means ya were badly hurt in yer past. It can be in any kind of way by any person, I don’t pretend I know everything or I’m sum’ kind of seer.

Any person a little empathetic and feeling compassion would certainly be able to sense it ; Starrk would have bet on it.

With a little light chuckle, accompanying an unvoluntarily disarming and charming smile, the tall man added, the colors of his pale grey hues seemingly changing slightly under the rays of the sun, hints of gold making them almost gleam, a protective arm not touching Renji, not even close to it, but extended behind his back in case he’d suddenly feel bad and dizzy while sitting :

- What can I say ? I’m just glad ya let me through yer barriers , he achieved, shrugging evasively as if it didn’t really matter that much, but his gesture proving in fact the absolute opposite - it was just all subtlety. We all wear different “masks” depending on who we are with at a certain moment. It is simply... beautiful to see all the masks fall. When it happens, ya know ya’re really close to sumeone.

- But now... if ya allow me... I have a question fer ya. How... How’d ya see me ? When ya look at me, what do ya see ?”

Can you see the real me ? Surely not yet. Maybe never. But he still wanted to ask. 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

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🗡 Truth was never ever would the Primera have expected anyone - let alone a shinigami - encourage him to evoke his former comrades in arms. In a way, as much as it surprised him and even startled him a little, it also touched him.

“ I’m only askin’ to be proved wrong here, the gunslinger cleverly retorted, with a beautiful cunning half-smile ; every time his lips curled into a smile, as small and discrete it was, his grey slanted eyes glowed with mischievousness when he felt at ease. I’m like ya here. I don’t hate da likes of ya or I’d not be here in the first place, he also underlined, his chuckling voice silvery and pleasant, still quiet even in its laughs ; everything about this man seemed so disarmingly soft and harmless - what an irony for the Primera Espada, for one of the most powerful entites out there.

Had it been someone else than Renji, this smart bloodhound might have had some doubts about the sincerity of the request, as it might have been a roundabout way to learn more about them, some maybe having survived despite the rumors and being chased down. But not with Renji. 

When Abarai joined him, sitting with him, Coyote Starrk couldn’t fight an altruistic reflex. A gloved hand raising in case Renji, still tired, exhausted and wounded from all the experience in the Hueco Mundo, would suddenly feel dizzy and lose balance. Starrk would have caught him up. Not letting fall on his own. Exactly like against the shadow of Aizen himself in the ruins of Las Noches.

The world was lost in indifference around them, at worst, lost in hate, but it didn’t matter to them and their unexpected friendship and, in a way, Starrk, in hindsight, found it quite amusing and sweet.

The next hour, the Primera spoke about them, probably spoke more than ever in his life, hoping he’d not bore Renji. He talked about every one of them, of the espadas and of some arrancars, some fracciones he had known a bit. Talking about those he disliked, about those he almost could say he appreciated. But bonds were never formed, as it was never in their mindsets.

- Ya make me think of Jiruga, well an edulcorated n’... not crazy version of him. It’s just a silly thought, Starrk almost apologized, as if it was an offense. Just the whole... apparent pride thing n’ fractures underneath. But he had sunk in his fractures n’ ya obviously didn’t.” 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

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🗡Starrk seemed - happily probably for the shinigami - utterly unaware and completely oblivious regarding to the embarrassment he was created.

“ The dogs bark and the caravan passes, Coyote simply chuckled, not darkly at all, even with a little glint of mischievous amusement dancing in his grey secretive eyes. Ya outta know the proverb, right ?

Upon Renji was done speaking, the Primera who was previously merely snickering lowly frankly laughed. Like he would easily in front of the people who would despise and detest him, probably not to their faces to avoid endangering Renji’s position and reputation in the Gotei 13, since of course he himself would never be in danger because of these weaklings. How fast the espada could simply disintegrate them was another good joke surely.

- Hatred remains hatred, Renji-kun, Starrk finally stated as a matter-of-fact, his voice direct, silvery, assured, his soothing hands finally letting go of Renji’s as he was sitting back into his chair, relaxing, his visage looking as tired and jaded as usual, despite this small discrete smile lingering on his mouth. It’s always as idiotic as power n’, just like it, It just doesn’t mean anythin’ to me. Ya remind me of sum’ of my old comrades, ya know ? Don’t take it the wrong way, not tryin’ to insult ya there. But yer pride... that’s sumthin’ they had attached to themselves too. One of them... exactly like ya... His ego was all a lie.”

The floating image of the most disturbed espada, the Quinta, who had died so soon during the war, hardly coming back, among other memories that Starrk didn’t really care about. There were very few espadas whose company he had somewhat appreciated back then and the Quinta was absolutely not one of them. Abarai seemed happily a lot more balanced, but still the Primera could sense some identical fractures in him. 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

🗡 As much as the lonely gunslinger, who had given everything, pushed to his very own limit, going as far as to breaking his own soul in two to put an end to his miserable loneliness, feared to be left alone again - not that Lilynettte didn’t count of course, but, at the very end of the day, she remained a fragment of himself, no matter how different she could seem, temper and all -, he felt even more the need to comfort the shinigami.

Rising a peaceful gloved hand, usually it seemed enough to quiet people ; it seemed enough for the Primera to silence everything. He didn’t need any words actually ; he was such a powerful being. A single act from his part and everyone would quiver and hide away, like when the lion was going to quench its thirst at a waterhole and all the rest of the wildlife would just run away and disappear. Leaving the lion entirely to himself and alone.

Such a stupid sad thing... Since Starrk was probably the nicest hollow the Hueco Mundo had ever seen. Definitely not someone who’d lose it over trivial things, futile disputes concerning competitions... and ranks...

“ Don’t take me wrong ; it’s not like I’m torturin’ myself night afta night, tracin’ back all the shit I’ve done for the man, Coyote Starrk smiled softly, the smile of an angel on the face of a too old man to be still seen as such.

Hearing what might happen, what people might do and say to him, because of their hate of what was different from them, but also as a sequel of the recent war, surprisingly, against all odds, disabusing the common mind and ideas about bloodthirsty espadas, the Primera kept smiling peacefully, his dilemma about losing the new friend he had just made fading away. Instead of him this once.

- It’s fine, the tall slim man quietly replied, before demonstrating a rare wisdom. I won’t let them make me the monster they want me to be, he declared in a voice that betrayed no offense, that was clear and determined. I can’t change the world, but maybe, over time, I can change their perception of me.

It was so little compared to the torments he had been thrown at, during his seemingly endless wandering, but he had finally returned from this agony. Driven by hope, the hope of having a better life again. That same hope Aizen had originally created then pulverized.

- What I cared ‘bout was only what ya wanted. If ya want me to stay... I’ll stay, he achieved, as his thin yet beautiful lips, slightly darker than his pale tan complexion, smiled discretely but sincerely, and, to add to this promise, his larger longer hand enveloped Renji’s who was holding so tightly his other hand.

This grip on him felt good. Like a reflection of his own desperate calls for someone to stick with him. The nurse suddenly entering the room and finding them like this was surely the first of a long series of awkward moments, where shinigamis would be shocked seeing a normally enemy and one of them sympathizing. Starrk, instead of throwing a dark glance at her, which would have her fleeing on sight, simply turned his head to acknowledge her presence, without an ounce of hostility. Babbling something like “I’ll come back later”, the woman immediately closed the door and went away. And Starrk turned to face Renji again, with a little chuckle, not even mentioning what had just happened.

- Besides, Lily is even more agitated dan usual... She kept askin’ me when we’ll go all together in town.” 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

🗡 What type of love do you embody ? 🗡     

🗡 Your Result : Love as light 🗡

🗡 [ love as a luminous force—warm, radiant, and golden ] when mary oliver wrote "light of the world hold me” and when charles bukowski said “I look at her and light goes all through me” and when david viscott said “to love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides”and when e. e. cummings said “lovers alone wear sunlight” 🗡

Tagged by : @wild-pineapple-butt​​​​ (Thank you ! <3)

Tagging : @primerawolflord​ and whoever wants to do it !

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

(Okay this is it and now I need a tag for them XP This will be this :  And then I learned the truth how everything good in life seems to lead back to you 🗡RenStarrk Starrk/Renji. It’s a lyric from “Exist for Love” by AURORA - I’m a huge fan of her and generally her lyrics fit more for AiRen but this one there seemed right for RenStarrk ^^)

(If it ever rained in Hueco Mundo, it was that day. And you know angst is like everything to me, so it was perfect especially considering my dumb gunslinger's temper and worst fear.)

a kiss as if trying to answer a question / a kiss in the rain filled with the foreboding of a goodbye / a hesitant kiss  @elprimeracoyotestarrk

another kiss prompt ||| accepting!

a kiss as if trying to answer a question / a kiss in the rain filled with the foreboding of a goodbye / a hesitant kiss 

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Why did it seem like whenever it rained, it always brought with it sad endings and goodbyes? As Renji stood under the pouring rain, his heart mirrored the grey skies overhead, desperately wishing for the sun to shine.

A lone figure stood before him, as nobody was foolish enough to brave the rain except them two. The time to part and go their separate ways. For how long? He didn't know. Until he was cleared to come again to these lonely deserts, and visit the one man he would willingly come to Hueco Mundo for.

Before today, he hadn't known that even the desolate deserts could bring in such torrential rain. Standing there, soaked to the bones, he now knew that wasn't true.

Sighing, he finally had the heart to look up at the man in front of him, heart throbbing at the desolate look on Starrk's face. "I'm sorry," he whispers, knowing an apology would do nothing. "I wish it didn't have t' arrive at this point. I wish I coulda had it different."

In the distance, two members of the Onmitsukido stood by a portal back to the Soul Society. It was almost time - he had already been granted an extra hour to be with Starrk - but that hour had gone by much too fast. It had been spent in mostly silence, as any words could only hurt them more.

He knew that he couldn't delay it any more. But his heart could not bear to leave two people behind that he had come to care and cherish for. From the bottom of his heart, he adored them.

"Go," Starrk uttered softly. "You don't have time. It's okay."

Renji couldn't find any words to utter in response so he just simply nodded. Yet his feet refused to move. A soft hand on his shoulder tried to provide him comfort, even in these last moments.

Renji in turn, reached out and cupped Starrk's face softly. His thumb tracing over the man's features, mapping them beneath his hand, wanting to memorize and burn it in memory.

He leaned close, pressing their foreheads together and allowed his eyes to slip close. Seeking refuge just for a mere second before pressing his lips to Starrk's. He let his lips linger for a few seconds, relishing in this feeling before pulling away gently.

"This isn't goodbye. I will come back. See you soon, Starrk."

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

🗡Starrk let out a “ah” of embarrassment, when Renji echoed his own sentences, used his own images, the one where an espada as powerful as he was would reduced Renji to simply nothingness effortlessly.

" I didn’t mean to... he started, but interrupted himself, as he heaved one hell of a heavy and annoyed - self-annoyance - sigh, accompanied with an evasive hand gesture. To sound so pedant or arrogant like dat.

Shaking slowly and lowly his head, the Primera cracked a tiny smirk. In an undertone, his smooth, smoky voice sounding suddenly more secretive and almost amused, he whispered, his grin growing just a little as he leaned so slightly towards the shinigami :

- Power’s so stupid.

The gunslinger had said it like you’d make a terrible confession, like you’d recognize an act no one but the craziest motherfucker on earth could have possibly committed. And, probably, not a single one of his “comrades-in-arms” would have ever agree with that ; quite the opposite actually. How many of these arrancars and espadas would always claiming that power was everything and everything they wanted and, even when they were already extremely powerful, they always wanted more of it.

- I’d gladly exchange it... 

For a friend, for a family... For a pack...

Once again, not finishing his sentence, never this time. The words left unsaid just dying before they were pronounced and released into the air.

Respect, kindness, compassion... As many words, as many ideas, that were almost banned in the ruthless world Starrk came from. These there were signs of weakness, but Renji seemed also to rever them. To almost admire the Primera for showing these signs.

- I kill to defend myself nowadays... I’ve killed before fer Aizen...

And he cut himself voluntarily. No “Aizen-sama” anymore, no mark of respect.

- N’ I regret it... ‘cause, in da end... it was meaningless to me. N’ I’ve lost dere more dan I could anyway win.

Grey eyes narrowed practically imperceptibly for a mere second, studying the redhead attentively, in an attempt to decipher his behavior and deduce from it what he might have truly wanted. Was it his polite way to ask the espada to take his distance and leave him now that he was back in his world, with his people ? ... In other words, now that he didn’t need a guard anymore ? Surprisingly, there was a sour taste to it that Starrk felt invading his mouth. A bitter feeling that stung a little. But nothing let it transpire.

- I really don’t mean to intrude. I know ya’ve got yer life n all.

Wars leave scars. It’s not yer fault.

And, with these words, the tall man stood up, as nonchalantly as always, as if nothing mattered, even if his head felt heavier right now. Tilting his head, long fingers came to rub uneasily the neck under the dark brown wavy strands.

It makes a lot of sense. It’s ‘kay dat ya don’t want to get much closer to me. 

- Don’t worry ‘bout me, Coyote even remained willing to ease his mind, to make this all easier for the shinigami. I’ll find a place.

Sumday’... 🗡

🗡Continued from here 🗡 @wild-pineapple-butt​

🗡 Starrk was not looking for a fight. He actually practically never was. Only thing he wanted, truly wished for, was some company. Which had made him envy even the weakest hollows he had ever crossed path with, for, unlike him, they’d gather like sheep, like stupid brainless cattle, to make up for their vulnerability.

But he... as the strongest hollow, the Primera Espada... couldn't do that and was thus condemned to this sempiternal solitary confinement. Confined everywhere he’d go, trapped in this body. Alone. Trapped with his matchless power.

“ Deal, the brown-haired simply replied, in a toneless yet tired voice, scraping his goatee of scratchy rough hairs, but way denser than the hairs of a his stubble.

Nonchalantly, with that laziness that characterized the tall lean espada, he leaned back, broad shoulders falling slightly backwards, while, with an evasive casual gesture, motioning for Renji to move and go wherever he wanted.

- Hum... I was thinkin’... Starrk yawned loudly, before shrugging. What are ya afta ? I’ve got nothin’ to do... I might as well just lend ya a hand. Las Noches ain’t sure.” 🗡

[elprimeracoyotestarrk]

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They said meeting your doppelganger meant one of you was about to die. But starrk didn't really believe that. even if it were true, he didn't care if he died. but it seemed the other him knew where his thoughts went and was quick to say, ' don't worry. no one's dying. '

Starrk shrugged, ' wasn't worried. you would know that. ' a pause as the primera ponders something while his grey-blue eyes stare into his doppelganger's with intrigue mixed with interest.

' you know, ' he mildly drawls, causally stroking his chin as the sharp gaze wanders over the entire span of the mirror image before him, ' having you here really brings new meaning to the expression go fuck yourself. '

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