Hueco Mundo Roses (cont'd from here) || @icybreaths || Ayame & Jewel
Ayame had a bright smile on her face, being an arrancar… an espada even, never made her happiness disappear completely. Just sometimes… it'd wilt, like flowers do.
She tilted her head to the side as she listened to Jewel, "Buncha pressed flowers? Oh? I'd love t' see 'em… Wonder if, one day, someone'll bring seeds back from th' worl'a'th'livin' an' maybe I coul' try growin' 'em here…" The white sands sure could use something to brighten them up. Maybe that's something she could focus on when they weren't doing anything for Aizen.
"Wha'cha sortin' th' bones fer?"


















