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[the-lewdest-concubine]

Homecoming

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Szayel hasn’t seen Tsukishima in a very long time, but he still goes back to the house on a regular basis.  It’s comforting to him to go to the familiar bed, surrounded by familiar books, the familiar candles which he lights and enjoys the soft light.  It’s not really that Szayel is looking for him, but he’s a creature of habit and safe places are safe places.  He’s made friends with the other inhabitants and visitors after all, so it would be weird if he suddenly left anyway.

It’s night time again and he’s curled up on the bed enjoying the soft nest he’s made himself there and then its when he feels it.  It’s a familiar reiatsu, and his eyes open as he recognizes it.  He sits up and takes in the thin, dark haired man before him.

“Welcome home,” he says.

[alma-astillada]

The Corpse

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The woman’s body had been here when Starrk had arrived, in fact he had arrived only seconds after the strange man. The Espada had kept himself drawn back until he was called out directly, it would seem the man ahead was more than he appeared. That made sense, with the energy he gave off, it was, strange to say the least Starrk had never seen anything like it.

His eyes drew over to the woman’s body again and he frowned, he’d seen his fare share of hollow corpses however, humanoid ones were not new but unique to say the least to look at. It took him a moment to even pull his eyes away again to answer the stranger glancing over his shoulder.

“No. I got here shortly after you did, I’ve never seen her before.” Starrk pulled the scarf covering his hollow hole and mask closer to himself staring at the body one last time. He then quickly pulled his  vision away to try and catch the stranger’s eyes to try and gauge him for guilt of the crime.

Though something in his gut told him it was unlikely, and frankly it mattered little to the Espada other than to gauge the likelihood of being attacked.