#elquellora

[mikroteros]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤfrom here | @elquellora

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And so, he had come ; with skin, paler than the moonlights' glow, and wings, darker than the pitch of night. STUNNED, is she near, that any, would answer her call. For, she knew not, the cavernous systems, the LUSH GREENERY, the softened glow of flora within Abbalon. No, those that would love 'pon it's inverse, knew little of it. Every cell in her screams, to leave ; to apologize, for time wasted, and return to her nest, in her hole within the tree. Yet, she could not help the intrigue, that gripped so tightly onto her. He was taller than she was - though, that was no difficult feat - and to him, was a melancholy that hung heavy, in the air.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤOh, how he was beautiful.

❝ ... You, ❞ she breathes, gentle. ❝ It's you, I've seen, isn't it .. ? The nights, I cannot sleep - you fly over our canopy in the quiet. ❞ Had he known, not, the dangers of the surface ? Perhaps, he had ; PERHAPS, HE HAD STRENGTH ENOUGH TO FIGHT THEM OFF. ❝ ... I - ❞

❝ ... C... Celeste, of the Dreadwood ; I ... I apologize, for my ... behavior, ah. I've never seen one of your people, up here, and I ... was truly just taking my chances. ❞

[multlfarlous]

with permission from a cage keeper ; @elquellora

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    ✽ —— ❝ I.. Kind of got carried away.. You don't have to eat all of it, just one bite maybe..? ❞

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[tozasemurcielago-archive]

@elquellora | cont.

❝ Is it truly so blissful as that? ... Hm. I suppose I can understand the importance, if such is the case. I cannot say, in truth, I have felt anything close since that day. Not once. ❞

[mikroteros]

unprompted | always accepting | @icybreaths said ... What was Celeste’s first impression of Ulquiorra? How did her views of him change over time? When was the moment he became her world?

The very first thing she thought, when she'd seen him, was ; Oh. Someone like me. Though he was a stark white, Celeste was his opposite, her mask and armor made of speckled pitch. It was rare, in Hueco Mundo, as vast as it was, to run into someone who held your characteristics ; even if only in an opposing color.

The more she followed him, the more she began to enjoy his company, though he couldn't - or didn't, she was never sure - articulate anything in turn. Endless nights spent together, to the point she'd taken the place of his shadow. The first night she got a proper look at him, when he allowed her though, the only thing she wanted to do, looking into those melancholy eyes, was hold his face and hug him. She didn't, of course ; she, unlike most hollows, had the sort of compassion that should have killed her.

He was always her world. But, she realized, she couldn't be without him, live, without him, the moment he walked into that pale bramble, and broke his armor and mask. That was the first time, since they'd met, she was frozen with fear. The second, had been when Aizen retrieved him. When he was no longer in her sight, when he could not hear her melodies and lullabies, that, was when she realized that he was her everything. The star that she'd orbit.

[mikroteros]

unprompted | accepting | @elquellora said ... Ulquiorra offers in return, a valentine's card of his own creation. It is muted, in passionate burgundies and dusted pinks, petals cut from paper and lined with an intricate heart pattern.

Inside, he writes,

My dearest Celeste,

I am forever grateful to have you, to hold you. You have taught me to love. To laugh. To live. I wish I could repay you for all the joy you bring me. I look forward to the future now that you are by my side.

Forever yours,

Ulquiorra

Make of it, just as beautiful as the creator ; such attention to detail, not a single thing out of place. He was meticulous, that way. Claws, are as gentle as she can make them so, not wanting anything ruined with crass carelessness.

So carefully, so slowly, does she try to read each word, some coming easier than others. How highly, he thought of her, his beloved. Even with the simplicity of a card, she can feel her eyes water, catching herself before she allows them to spill ; joy, for once, and not sorrow.

If there was no one left, in this world, to look upon her, to see her, he would certainly remain. Smile is unrestrained, card closing as she keeps it tight to her chest. Just for a moment.

While, for once, she had no physical gift - nothing to lavish onto him ... she hoped her presence, would be enough. So gently, does she set it at nest-side table, quickly exiting, in search of him.

[mikroteros]

unprompted | always accepting | @elquellora said ... Eating strawberries........don't ask where he got them. He's offering her some, too!

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤIf he was offering, she thought.

Ripe berry is shredded between sharp teeth, but she doesn't speak before she finishes. Head nuzzles against him, both of her arms wrapping 'round one of his, lone. Something - everything - about his presence was so instantly soothing ; she could forget her worries in milliseconds.

ㅤ❝ Thank you ... Where have you been hiding ? Not that I frown on alone time ... ❞

[mikroteros]

unprompted | accepting | @elquellora said ... "My sun and stars, you are more than your appearance or the misfortune you have experienced... You are a resilient, bright individual, smarter and kinder than you give yourself credit for. I understand this may be difficult for you to see, but know I have seen the truth, and the facts are that you are intelligent and wonderful in every way that matters, and that which you do not know, you strive to understand. So full of life, you teach me every moment we are together. I love you, all of you, always, Celeste."

Kindness, she cannot find in herself, deserving of. She could peel back the layers of her insecurity easily, with a knife, expose what lie beneath the skin. Home, in its' way, had been a cruel, unkind affair. Those years spent as little more than a caged thing, had done damage that could never be repaired. Yet, he tried, anyway.

A blink, and something falls, her brow furrowed in slight confusion. Delicate thing, always moved to tears so quickly, but it was no fault of his. An upbringing so hostile, in all ways, could easily break the strongest backs. Middle fingers swipes tears away.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤSo very soft, inside.

She struggled, to respond. Nothing she could say, was loving in regards to herself, and how she hated to argue. The truth of his eye, had always been a certainty ; but was he not swayed, by that very love for her ? Wasn't comforting a mate, in some ways, obligatory ? Not is slow, before her head dips down, if only to spare him the ugliness of shed tears.

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❝ ... I love you too, my darling. Always. ❞