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A very nice try ; but he isn't looking.

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❝ ... ❞

"... ... Miss Harribel can make water..."

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❝ ... You're aware, there's no water here ? ❞

"... ... yes, sir."

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❝ Put your clothes on. ❞

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emo... 😢

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oughhdh i love him oufhghh

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the vibe i bring to the function is none btw cuz i’m not going <3

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤUNPROMPTED | ACCEPTING | @lunarscaled WHISPERED ...

It's inevitable they should get hurt at some point. Nothing goes through life without becoming injured; nothing sheds it's skin without bleeding some.

There palms are scored and bloodied from a rock's edge in one of the long hallways in a ruined palace, caged to only exploring inside of Las Noches. They can't hide when it runs down their hands and stains their sleeves, or the froze up way they seem to hold themselves, leaving smears of blood over the limestone.

They don't cry like children should. It's a strange behavior.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤThis place, was not made for those soft of skin.

Hands of iron, pallid, chilly, take theirs. There are no tears ; no softened sobs, or tremble to them. It makes him wonder, if only idle, brief, what sort of life was lived before they were found by him. Not that he, was any sort of caretaker.

Eyes drift, to jagged stone, and any FOOL with a tea-spoon of functional braincells could parcel, just what had happened. Docile fingers peel bloodied sleeves up, and his approach is somewhat more ... methodical. There was nothing to tourniquet, but his pristine uniform is ripped, nonetheless. Were he able to see just how deep, these gashes were, he could move from that point, on what treatment was required.

❝ ... I've told you to take care, here, ❞ He scolds, voices' edge less sharp than it had been, in the past. ❝ With Las Noches like this, others that are desperate will see you more as a MEAL, than a person, Lyric. ❞

Cloth is gentle over deep cuts, his sigh a somewhat exasperated one. There was no anger, toward them, no ill will ; of course not. It wasn't their fault, that they were in a place far than intended for them. Soft of flesh, too easy to bleed.

❝ ... Come. I kept first aid in my palace, in the event the infirmary wasn't an option. ❞

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Can I get to know you

I don’t recommend it

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤunprompted | accepting | @vulpinexi said ...

"When you perished that night, I noticed something peculiar about you." Utters in a dulcet timbre. "Your emerald eyes. They didn't reflect, but on that night, I saw myself in them. Why?" Perhaps she is too curious. Perhaps she wants to understand him a little more.

ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤBITTER.

That night, 'neath the crescent moons' shine, A NIGHT HE HAD PROCLAIMED VICTORY ... had turned to be sour. An enemy, felled, ARISEN ANEW, by what, he did not know ; not at the time. Even now, there was an uncertainty what stirred a corpse to move.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSOME, WOULD CALL IT LOVE. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOTHERS, LUCK.

By battles' end, there was ... too much, all at once. All he had seen the world to be, all he had known the world to be, coming down upon him like so many glittering pieces of fragile glass. A realization, that they, that SHE, had made him, all too human.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤAnd now, he stood here, gaping hole replaced, in spirit ; ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwith something that would beat.

Her query, is one made with caution. A careful tread of words, that were so carefully plucked from her vocabulary, to articulate all she wanted to know, yet in that MOMENT, he had no answer. Nothing that would satiate the depth, of what she wished to know, nothing that could quench an emotional lust.

❝ ... For the first time, ❞ he at last speaks, ❝ I saw someone, for the truth of themselves. For what they were, rather than what I understood them to be. Nothing more. ❞

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤLITTLE IS KNOWN, OF HER ;

Though, were he FORCED to admit, he did not pay her, much mind. She reflected Aizen so, in the eyes, how her lids would lie. But beyond that, she was a stranger, practically. Hands rest in his pocket, thumb rubbing against his index finger — Query, sits on his tongue, but he cannot determine if it's something APPROPRIATE.

ㅤ❝ Are you relegated to tasks NUMEROS would do ? Is that your duty, now ? ❞

She observed any facial expression, even the smallest flinch. He had the complexion of the dead - macabre, & gaunt ...pale as the bone sands & a truly hallow expression. Nothing.

❝ no, Sir Ulquiorra...❞ an honorific given was that of respect instinctively. She had been briefly introduced to the Espada as a group. Now, here, she was instructed to go about asking if they needed any personalizations or preferences to their respected palaces. She was head of maintaining decor or cleanliness. The LORD found it appropriate to send her. ❝ i only ask in case you need any adjustments to your wing. ❞

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ( THE WRATH. )

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ... an independent, private && selective ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤULQUIORRA CIFER, of tite kubo's BLEACH. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤmedium - low activity ; multiverse && crossover friendly.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ... AUTHORED BY EURYDICE.

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ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤCONTENT ?

Was such a thing, within his grasp ? Could he EXPIERENCE, more than the vast indifference, that came clear, with NHILISM ? She is, at first, met with silence, gaze settled upon her seeing THROUGH her ; little more.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ❝ Do you expect me to have complaints ? ❞

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❝ Are you content with where you're at now? ❞