“Sometimes, ya.” He tells her, sapphire hues lowering for a moment. “Sometimes I wonder though if I would’ve been better off just bein’ ignorant and believin’ that my brute strength alone would’ve made me King. And let myself get beat down as I deserved.” Though in saying that a feeling deep in his gut says otherwise. His past self—The Sexta, The Prideful number six would’ve probably not even accepted that. He probably would’ve let himself get killed, get tortured beyond repair. Only then he realizes would he have ben able to see himself for who he truly was. “Good. Because ya know I will always do the same for ya. My beautiful Flower.” Grimmjow tells her, reaching up to caress her cheek. “My Better Half, My humanity. My reason for bein’. Ya so many things to me, Flower. Do ya realize that?”
Grimmjow only nods as he hears her response. He could understand why she wouldn’t like it. The power in a voice at such a volume was often terrifying even for himself. Someone who was supposed to take anything anyone threw at him. And yet often when he was scolded when loud voices were raised and punishment followed—he found himself afraid. If only for a few brief instances. “Ya shouldn’t need to be all that loud though. I can be loud enough for the both of us.” Grimmjow assures her with a grin. “And ya should be proud of that Flower. Ya taught me what it’s like to be gentle, to be soft and quiet. Ya managed to tame this big bad panther. That’s not somethin’ a lot of people can say they’ve done.”
“Don’t think ya have to worry about me findin’ anybody else to nibble on flower.” He tells her as he sticks another finger into his clutches, teeth grazing the padding of her middle finger. “Ain’t nobody as tasty and sweet as ya are, Flower. My nibble habits are reserve soley for ya, and occassionally a couple of pencils at work when I get bored.” He adds with a bit of a teasing tone curling himself up in her lap a bit closer. “Pretty Flower,” Grimmjow whispers as he leans up towards her, lips pressing against hers. “My Pretty Flower. Where would I be without ya? I wonder. “
❝ w-well... if it h-helps any, i-i don’t think you would’ve b-been better off l-like that. i-i mean, i know-- i know you’ll b-be a great king, but f-from what i remember i-in history class, w-which isn’t much, i-it didn’t do much g-good to be a k-king that-- that everyone f-feared. y-you have to be ch-charismatic or-- or caring. k-kind, even. i-i know that’s u-usually viewed as-- as being w-weak, but it’s n-not. and b-brute strength and-- and c-constant fighting won’t make y-you a good king, i-i think. i-i mean, c-cruel rulers didn’t u-usually last that-- that long, ❞ she replies, shaking her head a little. ❝ y-yeah, i know you’d d-do the same, ❞ melody nods, a warm smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she leans into his touch. ❝ i know th-that. a-and you mean just a-as much to me. m-my-- my reason to k-keep going, my reason to l-look forward to e-each day, my love. ❞
❝ y-yeah, your-- your voice c-can get pretty l-loud, ❞ she admits, giggling softly. it’s startled her plenty of times, that’s for sure. but she’s grateful he doesn’t remind her of her father. otherwise, she’s not entirely sure she could bear to be around grimmjow. ❝ w-well, i-- i wouldn’t s-say i taught you h-how to be gentle or q-quiet. i g-guess... ❞ she trails away for a moment. melody didn’t think she could ever really teach someone how to do something or be a certain way. she didn’t really think she could be that useful to someone. ❝ w-well, i-i... i guess i did t-teach you that, ❞ melody whispers, still sounding a little unsure of herself. ❝ w-well, i-- i wouldn’t s-say i’ve-- i’ve tamed you, g-grimmjow. i-i mean, not-- not much of y-you has really ch-changed since w-we first m-met. n-not that that’s a b-bad thing, o-of course!! i-i m-mean, i liked you h-how you were w-when we first m-met, but i-- i do l-like some of th-the changes. ❞
melody can’t help but laugh a little as his teeth grazes another finger. it tickles a little, really, and it sends shivers up her spine even though she’s rather used to these gestures. ❝ w-well, i should-- i should h-hope so. a-after all, i am the-- the only p-person you’re d-dating. or at l-least, i-- i hope i a-am. ❞ she knows very well that she is and she knows he’d never consider going after anyone else. it’s something she’s glad for, because she’s always considered herself easily replaceable. ❝ i-i don’t know. m-maybe doing the th-things you normally do. j-just-- just without me, ❞ she murmurs, a rosy tinge spreading a cross her cheeks as he leans up to press his lips to hers. she pulls away for just a moment to speak. ❝ a-all i know is i-i don’t ever regret m-meeting you, and i j-just-- i just can’t i-imagine a life w-without you, ❞ melody shakes her head, wrapping her arms around his neck as she presses her lips to his with fervor.
