#[ verse: arrancar arc ] casting away love; catharsis of eternity

[godkilller]

◎ "Fine, ya gotta tell me three things you like about me~" {Arrancar!Renji}

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

❝ I like your hair when it ain't recedin' up your scalp. Your tattoos 'n markings're nice, too -- they're aesthetically attractive, at least, 'n I think you're cute when ya try'n puff your chest up but th' truth is you're desperately lookin' for somebody to make ya submit. ❞

[godkilller]

◎ "Que cajrajo, then what DO you care about?"

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

❝ I ain't so sure it even counts as that anymore, what I once felt 'bout that person. I'm more enraged than I am devoted, ain't I? It's gotten all twisted up like a knot. This ain't care anymore, this's obsession, 'n if so... I might's well keep goin'. ❞

[godkilller]

Can we talk, Ichimaru-sama? (for traitor izuru verse!)

GIN STEPPED PAST HIS EVER-LOYAL LIEUTENANT, walking down the pale hall with every expectation that the other would follow. Izuru had proven that he'd do so -- given the manner in which he arrived alongside him in Hueco Mundo -- the young man was determined to remain at Gin's side, even through the traitorous reveal.

❝ Of course we can, ❞ Gin didn't bother to try and correct Izuru's addressing of him, that title feeling wrong -- he wasn't a lord. But he supposed here, amongst the Arrancar, Espada... he was one. Along with Aizen, Tousen. He no longer wore the haori of the Third Division, it'd be foolish to expect Izuru to still call him 'captain' -- despite Gin wanting that. They walked, Gin desired to veer them both towards more peaceful portions of the main tower within Las Noches; these corridors were less likely to house unsavory characters, restricted to mainly the traitorous trio and any Arrancar messenger brave enough to seek out their lords within their personal quarters. Gin had Izuru housed down the hall from his own space, albeit Gin was more often than not lurking amongst Aizen's grand portion of the palace instead.

❝ Have ya been feelin' alright? ❞ Izuru's adjustments to being within the hostile environment of Las Noches hadn't gone too smoothly at first. And the whole ordeal with Aizen -- well, Gin still had tensions regarding that matter.

But if Izuru asked about anything pertaining to... anything other than his own immediate needs, feelings? Gin had to brace himself to lie and deflect, especially if the blonde sought answers as to why Gin was tangling himself in Aizen Sousuke's web to begin with.

[godkilller]

❝ Y'slept in late today, cap'n Aizen. I oughtta check ya for a fever. ❞

@keikakudori

[godkilller]

Did you......want to talk about anything? Anything at all? Are you alright?

I am counting this toward my 'Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.' ask meme because what ensues is hilarious to me. Thank you.

❝ Now thatcha mention it, I don't think I've ever been alright in my life. But I don't wanna talk 'bout that because th' thought of thinkin' about myself for longer than what it takes to divert th' topic's utterly unbearable. Thanks for askin'! ❞

[godkilller]

/reaches right for that leggy--- someone said they were feeling neglected?

RECKONED AIZEN WOULD DROP HIS ATTENTION TOWARDS CELESTE IN FAVOR OF A COYLY OFFERED LEG, a lure courtesy of Ichimaru Gin's more playful side. Cue a flutter of footsteps and a beckon to be followed -- all to bring Aizen Sousuke away from all other's midst.

[godkilller]

◎ "Do you even care about any of this? Why ARE you here?"

Send a ◎ and a question and my muse must answer, even if it’s a secret.

❝ If ya mean 'any of this' as in all of ya Arrancar -- I don't care 'bout any of you. I can chat 'n have a lil fun, but you're all pawns. More importantly than that, every single one of ya're just a reminder of what cap'n Aizen's doin' with the power he stole. Walkin' talkin' reminders of th' whims in which he'll make 'n take what he damn fuckin' pleases to. I'm here 'cause I'm lookin' to snatch that power back 'n shove it down his throat. ❞

[godkilller]

► "A'right. I wan'a kiss." {Arrancar!Renji. We die like men l ol}

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

❝ Feelin' confident 'nough to bark orders, huh? Cute~ ❞ The subsequent grip, firm and unyielding, locked Renji's chin in place whilst Gin spoke. Slender fingers urged the Arrancar's face to tilt, aiding for a deeper kiss once the Shinigami surged forward to close the gap. The harsh meeting of mouths was sharp, rough, a bite issued upon the other man's lower lip before Gin delved in with his tongue to taste whatever blood beaded forth as a result.

[godkilller]

SOMETHING'S URGING HIM TO BE VIOLENT TOWARDS NNOITRA TODAY... maybe it was just a hunch, but either way -- a tempting notion.

[godkilller]

🖤 - KICKS YOUR DOOR OPEN - do peach and then you can leave D:

send 🖤 and my character will answer about yours.

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

[godkilller]

GORE AND THE GROTESQUE DID NOT BRING GIN DISGUST, he gutted his first man when he was still only a boy, and numerous more to come after that blizzard in the Rukongai. By the time Gin joined the ranks of the Fifth, blade dripping crimson in the moonlight, a splash of blood upon a pale cheek, he had a sizeable kill count to justify the rumors, the nickname given to him, of hypponzashi. A boy who carried a hundred blades in one, surrounded by hundreds of corpses.

The idle stripping of meat from bone merely spoke back to the time small hands had to strain and pull to free Shinso's bite from becoming wedged between the ribs of a fallen foe. The subsequent sickening pop when his zanpakuto finally squelched free had him empty his stomach moments later into the damp grass, marking his first and final moment of weakness in the wake of a kill. It did not phase him; Gin was accustomed to the bloodshed and death that surrounded him now.

Maybe he'd snark at the Arrancar about the state of those white clothes, but Gin reckoned it'd mean very little. Not like Hollow were exactly clothed up until Aizen came along, anyway. He was lucky Renji had pants on at the moment. Whilst Renji ate, Gin crouched, curious in observation as the Hollow sought idle understanding. Intriguing, to watch those gears turn to grasp at something so vastly different from oneself. Like a pup tilting its head and twitching its ears to comprehend a new sound -- cute.

❝ Shinigami'll eat similar animals, 'cept they ain't Hollow, 'n some plants that grow in Soul Society. The plants're grown 'n the meat's cooked -- fish're pulled from bodies of water 'n cooked, too, but sometimes can be eaten raw. Kinda like how you're eatin' that Hollow. I hear th' World of the Livin's got way more advanced with their food production, though -- I wouldn't mind tryin' out some of their lil snacks. I doubt it'd give me much energy, if any, though. ❞

continued from here. @monkifuraibo!

[godkilller]

--- Now he was being mocked. He was sure of it. "No?" He said, in equally insincere timbre. "Gee, I must have been thinkin' of another cutthroat shinigami lord. No, wait.. That's all three'f ya." And of course this was not meant as an insult. Their power was one of their main attractions. Though even Renji steered well clear of Kaname Tousen. He'd had no success cozying up to him at all. Not that he would count his modest relationship to Ichimaru and Aizen 'successes', but.. They were worlds friendlier than the blind man. Perhaps because he was blind, Renji had argued on his own at times. For one, the world must be a scary place if you could not see, and second.. He wasn't good-looking to this man..

"Even if ya don't slice off my arm 'r worse, yer boss might." He'd had a few words to choose from 'boss', 'mate', 'ally'. None truly fitting, it seemed like, but he supposed the one he chose was safest. Aizen might very well choose to punish him for this, but at least his curiosity was feeling somewhat sated.

He huffs. Ichimaru was pulling his leg, he could tell. "I wanna do more than kissin'ya an' ya know it," he flings back. "'s a dangerous thing, ya know.." Before the shinigami came around, there were not so many stronger than he. A select few that he knew to watch for. The rest.. Well, it was generally a free-for-all walking buffet or sexual prospect. With the shinigami..? He has to reign himself in some.

SURPRISINGLY, GIN RARELY MOCKED SO BLATANTLY, he typically kept his snide remarks to subtle little snarky comments rather than anything outright. Unless it was Aizen, in which case Gin went for a playfully bratty approach and often enjoyed seeing whether or not he managed to rile the man into reprimanding him. Bold behaviors rooted in a taunting sort of amusement he derived from getting a composed man to showcase a lack of such composure when it mattered most. No, Renji wasn't the type to inspire Gin to such behaviors normally. But this situation was rather different -- what with the Arrancar coming onto him, just about.

❝ My boss, huh? ❞ The wording was funny to Gin, if not because of the subordinate implications -- that Gin was somehow not much different from the rest of the Espada and Arrancar within Aizen's army -- but also because the word usage was unfit for a beast. 'Mate' was practically unspoken... or on the tip of the Hollow's tongue.

❝ I suppose you're right, he can get a bit growly when territorial about somethin'... or someone. But last I checked -- cap'n AIzen doesn't own me. Not yet, at least. If he feels so inclined to enforce that idea onto others, I'd wonder why he hasn't made it more clear to me first 'n foremost. ❞

Gin grinned wide and sharp. He was being an absolute bastard with that bullshit of a challenge. Perhaps if Aizen overheard he'd feel all the more compelled -- and then Gin could laugh and laugh about the pull he had on his supposed 'boss' with mere taunting words. Leaning, Gin cooed at the desires Renji let slip, falsified vanity appeased, preening practically at the admission of lust aimed his way.

❝ Guess you'll jus' haveta yearn 'n hunger from afar, then, seein' as it's too dangerous to do anythin' other than kiss me. ❞

[godkilller]

❝ I notice you left my name out of being rated, Gin --- so tell me ... where do I fall on the proverbial scale? ❞

❝ Feelin' a lil left out, cap'n Aizen? In my defense, he asked me to exclude ya. But -- ... if ya reeeeaaaally gotta know, it's... well, y'know ---- ...which's silly, all things considered, especially given yesterday'n all -- you're a... -- ❞

And now Gin was running off down the hall --

[godkilller]

There is a shiver that traces down Izuru's spine, the soft click of a dry throat swallowing. The rumble of Gin's voice rolls through him like thunder, the electricity of it fizzles against the nape of his neck and makes the fine hairs little stand on end. He feels the other man's warm breath against his ear, and with it, a hot coil that twists in the base of his belly.

It's all teasing. Humoring his lieutenant. Empty flirting. Nothing that Gin won't do with anyone else if he thinks it could be even minutely entertaining. It shouldn't be making Izuru a little weak in the knees, shouldn't have his breath hitching high in his throat, his head feeling light as a balloon, swimming with spiraling thoughts. Like he's some kind of nervous, fluttery little virgin again.

His face feels hot to the touch as he rests his cheek into Gin's palm, eyes drooping closed. When he makes to speak again there is a delay of the words, tongue sticking to the roof of his dry mouth.

❝ ...If I was someone desirable, I'd want you to do whatever you wanted with me, ❞ he murmurs.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

COULD HE NOT TEASE WITHOUT IT BECOMING A COMMENTARY ON IZURU'S WORTH? Gin knew the lieutenant had his fair share of insecurities, and he wasn't seeking to coddle or give the man a hand-out with... this, whatever this was -- but couldn't he flirt, couldn't he have a little fun? They were both consenting adults, weren't they? Perhaps Izuru mistook Gin's advances as something born from pity. But to Gin, the lieutenant was quite alluring, easy on the eyes. A darker part of him idly wondered what kind of pretty noises could gasp their way out from Izuru's mouth, too, and how strongly that skin could dapple with bruises.

As flustered as Izuru was right now -- and cutely, at that -- Gin knew the man wasn't a complete blushing schoolboy when it came to the subject of sex. Hadn't he had a few flings, at the very least? Gin couldn't quite recall the details, but he knew something stood out at the time whilst in the Third Division; Izuru never dated anyone. At least not in a manner that became noteworthy.

Afraid of that sort of intimacy? Or maybe he believed he wasn't worth that sort of connection. Thus justifying those next words, spoken with an almost hoarse rawness. Izuru's belief that he wasn't desirable.

❝ I think you're awfully desirable, ❞ a simple truth, spoken clearly whilst Gin loomed. Fingers smoothed across the soft features of Izuru's cheek, leading them back to capture the man's chin. Leaning away from his lieutenant's ear, Gin snarled a smile, a sliver of deep azure blues revealed from near-hidden gaze honed sharply onto Izuru. ❝ -- but if ya keep talkin' like you're the dirt underneath my shoe... I'm gonna haveta gag ya. ❞

Before any kind of rebuttal could be made to argue over one's self-worth and whether or not it was warranted to believe himself to be so lowly... Gin lurched in for a kiss, dipping down and meeting lips with a far more gentle exchange than what bite Gin could offer to others. Affection Izuru wished for, and softness he'd receive -- to be Gin's meant to be swallowed up by the intensities of his care, but that did not mean it had to always present the constricting tension of suffocation, of devouring, no. Gin could be gentle if he so wished, and he wanted that for Izuru. Not because he believed Izuru too fragile to handle otherwise, but because his heart hurt over the thought of this man thinking he deserved such treatment.

So the kiss was of possession, yes, it was of the caliber that sought to claim Izuru as his... but it was also, primarily, one made to caress. A kiss meant to ease Izuru into a warm embrace, to cup one's cheek whilst leaving them to softly exhale and relinquish control. Deepened, passion still there but the hunger was restrained, kept at bay in favor of reverence. A soft echo, one that could darken at a moment's notice; you are mine, you are mine, you are mine.

[godkilller]

--- His tongue slides greedily across his bleeding lower lip, amber eyes dipping down to the pink tint on those usually paler lips. It's kind of hot, actually. The smell of blood stings his nose, even in such small amounts. Fingers on his jaw do not let up, and it is hard to ignore the tension that lingers after his last command request.

He'd almost feel threatened. Were it not that Ichimaru had equally expressed interest not so long ago.

Aizen, though, was a different story.. He'll have to trust Gin's word. "I coulda been worse." He reminds the other. There were many, many other commands of a similar nature he could have spoken. For a hedonist of his caliber, he's been modest.

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

COULD GIN BE BLAMED FOR HAVING THOSE FLICKERING THOUGHTS OF VIOLENCE? It was within his blood to disobey, and when disobedience wasn't permitted... then he did as commanded with the most brat-like energy possible. That, and there was every indication that Renji liked the roughened approach either way -- so could the Arrancar truly complain about that lingering hiss of pressure, of tension, that slithered its way into the air between them? Gin was playing nicely, too, he only bit the man. Fingers did not squeeze at Renji's pulse, no, but they drifted there for a brief moment before fully falling away. Gin stepped one pace back, head tilting, once the Hollow seemed appeased enough to not issue any further orders. A fair statement, though; he could have requested more, and Gin wasn't appalled by that reminder -- he'd not clutch at any pearls with those implications looming.

❝ H'oh, really? How... meek, for how much of a hedonist y'claim yourself to be. ❞

[godkilller]

► He dares to chase after that biting kiss, cupping the shinigami's neck as he melds their lips together, licking into the other's mouth with fervour. He's just taking some liberties, here. He's pretty content when he pulls back. "Gotta take advantage 'f somethin' like this while I can, don' I?" He grins. "Which brings me ta the followin': I would like ta survive, so.. Maybe make sure Lord Aizen won't kill me fer this, yeah?"

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

THE HOLLOW WAS CERTAINLY EMBOLDENED BY THESE CIRCUMSTANCES, allowed to push past boundaries otherwise locked off-limits. Nonetheless, there was a brief moment's worth of contemplation spent toward potentially grabbing the audacious Arrancar by his neck and squeezing. Gin restrained himself from accepting the violent whims that grazed his mind, he figured that'd be a breach of that initial order anyway -- seeing as Renji was greedily quick to soak up every last second of their kiss. Gin's smile took on a more snarled tone whilst they pulled away at last, tinged with a hint of red from both the residual blood Gin drew as well as the matter of how harsh the kiss had been in terms of pressure, not quite yet enough to become bruised. Slender fingers lingered upon Renji's jawline, now, itching to adjust that minimal amount lower to press into a choking squeeze.

❝ Cap'n Aizen won't kill ya. ❞ But that was no promise of exemption from any harm, of course, unless the Arrancar made amendments to his magic-enforced commands.