Moonshield

Your knight is nowhere near Unfortunate for you, this makes me your God... Housed in Room 1M Corridor One Partner Unsui Kongo

[m-a-d-n-e-s-s-m-a-n-i-a-c]

正直、スマンカッタ。。。  by  １０９

[the-hyperdimension]

[desugeizuu]

[hyoudov]

[morbvs-deactivated20140130]

[m-a-d-n-e-s-s-m-a-n-i-a-c]

[llorandohueco]

解放  by  １０９

[teddyridgeley]

ALL IN THE NAME OF CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT...

Send my muse prying asks about anything and everything… please?

[llorandohueco]

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

The disappointment soaking her tone was incomprehensible. If she were so attached to the confectionery box he’d thrown out due to the expiration limit of the goods, then she should have ingested them sooner.

"I was unaware your gluttony reached the point of wanting to consume stale products, onna."

[llorandohueco]

I can’t see anything.

"……"

Without so much as gracing her juvenile behaviour with a vocalised response, pale hands reach out to seize the obscenely oversized hat she had felt compelled to prop atop her crown of russet locks. The rim was weighed down by excessive embellishment which had caused the item to slip and obscure her vision. The Cuarta proceeded to rectify the girl’s temporary blindness by tilting the drooping ledge upwards and away from her visage.

[cittamemes]

Send me a sentence for my character’s reaction:

I’d rather die.

Did you hear that?

I know what I saw.

That doesn’t make any sense.

Promise me, you’ll never do that again…

Don’t touch me.

We make a good team.

What’s the news?

Do you hear yourself?

Are those wedding bells I detect?

You stole that from me

You’re joking, right?

I can’t see anything.

You’re bleeding…

Are you drunk?

Who do you think you are?

Don’t leave.

How did that happen?

Why won’t you believe me?

I want to help.

I’m not going to make it.

Tell me the truth.

You’re cut off.

You’ll come bail me out, right?

You’re scaring me.

[jaegerbombed-deactivated2022012]

The grin didn’t falter and his eyes narrowed a hair. "Didn’t know ya had such low self esteem, Cifer."

In any case, the less time he had to be around the other Espada, the better. The city was massive, and sometimes, more interesting than Hueco Mundo ever was. “Disappear again, die in a ditch, I don’t give a shit.”

[llorandohueco]

Then that surely made two of them that did not 'accord faecal matter' regarding each other's fate. He couldn't recall a moment when he might have summoned the Sexta's opinions, but as per usual the panther was more than willing to flap his tongue about absent direction.

"....."

He'd had more than his daily fill, for now.

[swordlesssoldier-deactivated201]

It hurt to realise how ungrateful he was that he had been given a second chance. How unmoved he was. Those beautiful green eyes still void of anything that could be considered an emotion. 

What others would have given to be in his place, what she would have given for her brother to be there. But he remained as expressionless as she remembered. Her heart sank. 

"Maybe I am…."

But she would rather be a fool than an emotionless creature. She paused. Was this the first time he actually addressed her by her name? It was hard to grasp how any sentient being could not try and cling to the life they had been given. But thinking back, he had been so calm even when he knew he was about to disappear from the world.

Stepping closer to him, she reached her hand out and placed it upon his chest. He was more than simply a spirit in this world. 

"Even if it is for a fleeting moment…You’re alive now. Please…please don’t waste it…" 

[llorandohueco]

The ghost of a reaction towards her gesture reflected in the verdant depths of the Cuarta’s eyes, a brief dilation of slanted irises as the delicate hand stretched towards him, recreating the scene transpired between them while she had yet been his captive. Had the intrusive appendage belonged to any other he would have snapped it right off the very margin of their wrist, but Ulquiorra remained statuesque as the radiating warmth of her palm thawed the cold surface of skin under his jacket.

He was intrigued as to what she might have hoped to feel there. Not the rhythmic palpitations of a heartbeat throbbing under her fingertips as he had felt under his own hand .

"Waste it?"

"And to which activities do you propose I should now devote myself in this superficial cycle you appear to deem worthy of appreciation?"

Emerge from his sequestered corner so that he could frolic around the streets in an insouciant miasma? Spend the upcoming days mired in romantic splendour as the appointed celebration of the heart encroached upon them?

What?

What did she expect of him? The notions of redemption she sought to idealistically impart were nothing but a gross waste of her time and invested efforts. Ulquiorra was not the Tercera who despite her hollow origins seemed effortlessly capable of fraternizing with the community as any human could, nor was he the Sexta whom gladly interacted with anyone willing to indulge his bloodthirsty brawls and/or groom his ever inflating ego.

His purpose had been to serve Lord Aizen, with this removed his value exceeded little more than the isolated entity he’d been prior to his recruitment into the God’s army.

[hyoudov]

[llorandohueco]

n o t h i n g n e s s

[m-a-d-n-e-s-s-m-a-n-i-a-c]

[llorandohueco]

BLEACH詰  by  ず

[llorandohueco]

He seems to have become alert again at the most inconvenient time for someone of his persuasion.

The approaching holiday everyone was prematurely bleating about in decibels human vocal chords shouldn't be able to achieve already had the Cuarta flushed with contempt.

There's but one word to adequately describe these people.

"Trash" 

[gerakobits-deactivated20140814]

[llorandohueco]

おろろん

[llorandohueco]

It's Ulquiorra woman, Ulquiorra.