#almafracturada

[hassenmarred]

@alma-fracturada

He sits on a boulder in Hueco Mundo, silent, introspective, and seething. Didn’t even react to the Espada at his back, dangerous surely, but not to him. It had been a while, but this reiatsu he hadn’t forgotten,

“What do you want?”

Voice tired and irritated, he’s hardly in the mood to talk to anyone, but doesn’t really have the power to make the other leave does he? Hands clench around his wrist and he sneers.

No he does not.

[evolutionary-fear-aa]

alma-fracturada

     The Primera’s absence from Las Noches had not been unnoticed; aside from those vying to discover whether or not there was an opening within the Espada to be snatched away, Lilynette had been left to her own devices alongside the Lord himself. It was impossible to be able to know what sort of things had been told to such a malleable mind as the Primera’s other half and not a moment since Starrk’s return had been allowed for them to reunite.

     Surely that in itself was enough to make them both quite anxious.

     “Welcome back, Starrk,” Aizen said smoothly, leaning back against the throne as if to appear relaxed in the presence of his First Blade. “I hope your journey wasn’t terribly difficult for you.”