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sentxki said: {You’re so beautiful!!! }

el-noveno​ said: [ SO PRETTY ;O ; ]

ahhh ;; u ;; thank you both!!

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[le-papillon-stoique]

What Azara's full feelings about Aaroniero?

For the most part, they’re positive and altruistic which isn’t surprising because she really does truly love him (or at least love him as much as an Arrancar can love). She feels a tremendous amount of gratitude for everything she’s felt he’s done for her and he’s the only person who’s ever made her feel truly happy. He’s the only person in her life at the moment, and he’s also the only thing that makes her feel like life’s worth living and she’d do almost anything to make him even a little bit happier. He’s never taken advantage of her or hurt her and that only makes her love him more. He’s also the first person to show her real respect and warmth.

That being said, she’s fully aware of how cruel and sadistic he can be, but she’s willing to look past that for the most part. She doesn’t approve of his sadism or his bloodlust but she also knows that she can’t change him. Azara feels that all she can really do is try to prevent him from hurting people when she can. She doesn’t blame him entirely for his actions because she feels like they’re a result of his experiences and his environment and other factors outside of his control.

Azara also expects him to hurt her one day, physically or otherwise. She trusts him, but she doesn’t trust him completely and she thinks she’d be foolish to expect him not to hurt her. The thought is always in the back of her mind, even if she’s not conscious of it, and subconsciously, she’s anticipating the day when he finally proves that she was right not to trust him completely.

[le-papillon-stoique]

Haunt me; Slap me.

Haunt Me

She found herself being more alert to his movements these days, noting his comings and goings and becoming more alert to his presence. She would feel his reiatsu in the distance sometimes, like a lighthouse lighting up the night and showing the way home. Sometimes, when she could feel it flaring, she would rush to where he was, hoping to prevent him from doing something foolish or getting hurt.

When she had the chance to, she would attempt to distract him from violence, luring him away from his would-be aggressor, or as was more likely the case, his would-be victim, with affection.

She couldn’t help feeling protective over him and responsible for him. She would do almost anything if it meant preventing him from suffering, and if that meant keeping an eye out for him from time to time, then she would do so gladly. In many ways, he was like a child in his mannerisms and in his morality. He could be impatient, demanding, entitled, and needy, but he could also be incredibly sweet and affectionate. His morality and his behavior was a result of his environment; he didn’t know any better.

But she did, and if keeping an eye out for him meant keeping him from indulging in cruelty and savagery, then so be it.

Slap Me

"Azara~ I have a surprise for you." His voice was eager and full of child-like enthusiasm, his blue eyes gleaming with anticipation as he ushered her towards his tower.

"W-what is it?" she murmured, unsure of whether this would be a surprise he thought she would enjoy or a surprise that she would actually enjoy; his cheerful grin held no answers.

"You'll have to see when we get there," he replied in a sing-song tone, his smile widening even further. Without speaking another word, the Noveno took her hand in his and began to stroll towards the stairs leading down to that room.

Anxiety descended upon her fully at that moment, and she tried to pull her hand out of his grasp, but his grip only tightened as he paused to turn around and look at her. "I don't--I don't think I want to see this surprise." She sounded pathetic, like a child pleading with an adult to avoid punishment, but she didn't care. She would rather sound like a child than have to back into that room again. "I--"

The Espada placed a single finger on her lips, stopping her mid-sentence. "Shhh. Relax, cinnamon~ Just trust me." Aaroniero's words were honeyed and soothing; it was the tone he used when he was comforting her and the tone that she found so hard to resist. 

He didn't give her any opportunity to protest further, because before she could even muster a response he was already leading her down the stairs to whatever awaited her. 

The first thing she noticed was the smell of blood; it was acrid and irony, enough to make her gag. The second thing she noticed was the body lying on the floor in a pool of blood, the remaining tatters of its uniform almost completely crimson.

"A-Aaroniero-sama?"

He pushed her forward, as if to ensure she had a better view of the results of his brutality.

Bones pierced their flesh here and there, like old columns sticking out of desert sands, and--Oh god, were those bite marks?

Bile scorched the back of her throat, and she felt acutely aware of his gaze on her face.

"Aaro--"

"Don't you recognize them?" His tone was serious, although there was an undercurrent of smugness and amusement underneath it. Even though she couldn't bring herself to look at him, Azara was sure his expression was one of amusement.

"W-what are you--?

He led her forward, one hand gripping hers and the other gripping the back of her head. The Noveno pushed her head downward, so that she was forced to look closer at the sight before her.

"I--"

"Look closely."

She stared at their face, fighting back her disgust as she realized that some of their skin was hanging off in tatters, revealing the red muscle beneath.

That was when it dawned on her; they were the Arrancar who had troubled her a few days earlier. She couldn't remember exactly what occurred, but she did remember that it had resulted in a few bruises on her arm and she did remember their face.

"Oh God..." she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand right before Aaroniero whirled her around to face him. He held her face in his hands, brushing his thumb across her cheek, and leaned closer towards her, so that she could feel his breath on her ear.

"They won't hurt you anymore," he whispered, before drawing away from her.

He had done this because of her. He had killed them because of her.

Azara began to tremble at the realization, her limbs shaking visibly. She wanted to scream and cry until her throat felt like it was bleeding.

Someone had been killed because of her.

"No...No...they didn't--"

"Azara--" He extended a gloved hand towards her--the same hand that had taken someone's life so cruelly--and she slapped it away instinctively, like she was swatting away a fly.

"They didn't do anything to deserve this."

That was all she managed to say before she collapsed to her knees and buried her head in her hands.

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el-noveno

     ░██░─☽ "Aaroniero-saaaaan~ I ever                        tell ya how handsome  that                         face yer borrowin' is?  Too                         bad yer  actually  dirt ugly."

[le-papillon-stoique]

I don't want you to change Anything you do