「 壊滅 」 ;; The agony upon waking up again had been compounded.
Any of the aching soreness that had lingered far past its welcome in that endless metal maze felt as though it had multiplied twin fold from its original settlement in his nerves, his bones. The wound in his chest had felt just as piercing as it had the first time. He'd woken up on the soft mattress he'd largely been ignoring since waking up in this place, and the shame that had burned hot behind his ears, up the back of his neck, had been just as infuriating. It didn't matter that there had been no one else there to see.
So ever since he'd gotten back the capacity to walk, Grimmjow's been avoiding the place. Problem being, the whole damn city seems to have come together to get even louder, to somehow have even more people flooding the streets while he's still confined to them.
With all the light flooding upwards, seeing the stars is still a rarity here. The moon, though, has been the same silent companion it always has-- at least until tonight.
Perched as high up as he could get himself by sneaking and forcing his way through doors that he probably shouldn't have (as if he would have cared, anyway), the relative silence is broken suddenly and violent by a fucking explosion in the sky, bright and loud and booming, and every survival instinct in Grimmjow forces him to scramble back from the building's ledge.
"What the fuck--"
Sky Full of Stars || @sxnburst
