#ulqviorra

[despairforme]

ulquiorra: true despair looks like this (threat) nnoitra: am i a joke to you

[deivorous]

Plotted Starter || For: @ulqviorra​

Grimmjow watches, hidden in the gully between great arcing dunes. His pale skin and bright hair muted and disguised under the heavy back shadow cast by the light sliver of silver moon catching at the crest of the sand.

He’s not yet cold. The air is thick with reiatsu, and the way it settles in the air, wasted and unconsumed, is enough to warm the outer shell of his hierro even when settled in sands that haven’t touched moonlight in centuries. But even if he were, his attention is so fixated on the sight before him that he could never pay attention to such an irrelevant detail as that right now.

The new Cuatro is less than two hundred meters from him, bloodied up to his elbows and cleaving his way through yet another adjuchas. It’s too weak to fight back and it knows it, but this one has some control, decorum. It looks it’s death in the eyes and maintains its dignity, even as it gargles and chokes on it’s own blood. Ulquiorra - that’s what Aizen had called the arrancar - rewards its bravery with a hand through the hollow of it’s throat. One more in a long string of savage murders.

Ulquiorra considers the corpse coldy and drags his index finger over his tongue to taste it. But this one, like hundreds before it, isn’t strong enough to satisfy the gaping hole in his soul. He abandons it without eating and disappears over the next dune in search for new prey.

Grimmjow has been stalking him for the better part of his... massacre. It’s not a hunt at this point. Too many abandoned corpses for it to be a feeding frenzy. Grimmjow would never be so fucking wasteful, but he doesn’t touch these. It would give away his position and so far he’s managed to fly successfully under Ulquiorra’s pesquisa. He’d like to see how close he can get.

And figure out what the fuck is going on. Hollows are hollows. They’re gonna kill. But Grimmjow has never seen pointless carnage like this, cutting down hollows for no reason other than to kill them. He doesn’t get it.

So for now he follows him around the dunes, darting on silent feet from shadow to shadow after the Espada, slowly closing the distance, observing. Stalking. Part of him is riled - it feels like he’s hunting, even though he knows there’s no real meal to be found here. It’s reconnaissance - but that doesn’t stop his instincts from rising towards the well worn habits. It’s an effort to keep himself from pouncing every time he catches a glimpse of the other’s back.

It’s only after Ulquiorra has made his way through another dozen hollows, tasting, touching, and sniffing at the remains before it clicks, and before Grimmjow’s own instincts become too hard to ignore.

“You’re feeling them.” He steps out of the shade and into Ulquiorra’s periphery. 30 meters. His hands are at his sides, lax, but his shoulders are tense, back curved. A balance between coiled for battle and relaxed enough to suggest he’s not looking to pick a fight. “Its different for you now. Why?”

[bindheartsarchive]

@ulqviorra​​ said: inoue.

“  when  did  you  decide  my  name  was  important  enough  to  learn  ?  ”  curiosity  finally  spills  over,  the  question  she's  pondered  freeing  it's  self  from  peach  tinted  lips.  “  it's  just  that  .  .  .  you  only  used  to  call  me  '  woman  '.    ”    it's  hard  to  recall,  those  memories  she's  shoved  deep  within  herself.    to  think  about  her  time  spent  her  as  a  captive,  not  freely  as  she  did  so  now.  “    you're  changing,    ulquiorra-kun.    ”

[deivorous]

@ulqviorra​ replied: you think so highly of yourself its embarrassing for everyone

"You wanna fuck me most of all.”

“Don’t worry, my ego isn’t as big as my dick.”

[srpnt]

hm.

violet  hues  narrow,  never  straying  from  the  espada's  frame.    white  cloth  of  her  sleeve,  found  in  it's  usual  place  hovering  just  above  her  mouth.  only  does  sung-sun  allow  the  slight  tilt  of  her  head  to  reveal  her  curiosity.  he  seemed  one  of  the  few,  that  earned  the  favor  of  lady  harribel.  at  his  side,  she  joins  him.  hues  now  cast  upon  dark  skies  over  head.  how  fitting,  does   the  silence  feels  that   falls  in  place  between  them.  much  different,  than  the  squabbling  of  her  usual  companions.

finally,  does  her  soft  voice  come.    “  you,  i  am  curious  about.    ”    she  studied,  watched  the  others.  as  if  ,  there  was  anything  else  to  do  in  the  expanse  of  endless  sand.    

[deadhart]

*  @ulqviorra​​  :    23 .   a  kiss  on  the  back  of  the  hand .

curled  into  her  chair  ,  chin  upon  knees.  a  shell  of  the  vampiress.    “  if  i  am  to  be  trapped  in  this  hell  ,  at  least  it  is  with  you.  ”  eyes  turn  upon  him,  lips  cold  and  pressed  against  her  hand.  gently  do  the  pale  digits  brush  against  his  cheek,  to  cradle  his  face  in  her  palm.  troubled  is  her  expression,  as  if  something  sorrowful  now  lives  within  her.   “  you  and  i  have  been  together  a  very  long  time  ,  but  everything  must  come  to  an  end.  ”

    “  there  is  nothing  to  keep  you  here  ,    not  even  me.  ”    to  lose  him,  would  be  another  piece  of  her  lost.  and  then  truly  ,  would  she  find  herself  alone.      “  the  world  could  be  yours,  only  if  you  wished  it  .    ”    she  had  considered,  being  cruel.  to  bare  her  fangs  and  sent  him  away  with  words  of  malevolence.  but  this  was  her  new  beginning  to  and  end,  a  way  to  make  amends  for  the  pain  she  had  caused.       it   made  me  very  happy,  to  have  spent  my  time  under  the  moon  with  you  at  my  side. ”  

[arruerie-a]

@𝐮𝐥𝐪𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐚​

          ❛  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 —   ❜

          𝐑𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫  him  to  openly  vocalize  𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦,  it  was  more  common  to  perceive  his  disposition  as  one  of  an  observer,  greatly  preferring  the  anonymity  silence  had  granted  him,  in  the  past,  in  the  face  of   𝑬𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒕.  To  convene  them  meant  that,  certainly,  at  least  two  of  them  would  find  it  necessary  to  take  a  moment  compare  prowess,  as  if  it  was  a  sentiment  that  hadn’t  𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺  been  granted  by  the  blackened  patches  of  skin  that  bore  their  numbers.  It  was  an  idiotic  presentation,  one  that  chipped  away  at  centuries  of  𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 &  drew  on  his  ire.

         ❛   —  𝘸𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘜𝘭𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘢 , & 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦𝘴.  ❜

[ultraviolext]

@ulqviorra​ [ continue ]

“It depends. They’d never ask for it, though,” Shi replies, watching as this strange man makes a show of...intimidating her? It’s an assertion of himself, for sure, validating her claim of his predatory nature.

Does she feel sympathy for him? Not especially, Shi thinks. Perhaps if he were a normal man, she would think he just had a stick up his ass. Rigid and unable to enjoy life, company, fun. But that’s not what he is, though the revenant doesn’t have words for his kind.

He’s an unknown and foreign god.

 The expression she offers him says more than her tone, an impish curl in the corner of her mouth. Pine needle eyes dancing with excitement as if caught in a gust of wind.

“Oh, you give me the tinglies all over.” Shi teases, body language revealing not a modicum of fear. “Just probably not in the way predators expect.”