The lights of Las Nochas were off, some were dimmed. It was whats supposed to be ‘night,’ scheduled for rest. It was unnatural to have any distinction between night or day, as it was always darkness in Hueco Mundo. Sprawled crookedly across his bed, Grimmjow lay stomach down on-top the mess of bed sheets and duvets contemplating whether to wander the deserts in search of a fight and drifting off to sleep out of boredom.
His private chamber was still softly lit by overhead lights, the white colors of the room were awash in a dim, warm orange. In the silence, with only his own breathing making any noise, there was a single, muffled, knock at the door.
He snapped out of his hazed state, alert to the presence of a foreign reiatsu. His alarm dissipated as he sensed it was the fragile energy of perhaps a servant arrancar rather than an enemy. Why would his enemies knock anyways?
Disregarding to put on his jacket, he rolled off the bed and unto his feet. He strode across room, to the far wall left of the bed where white leather taut doors stood. Unlatching the steel locks, the doors gave off a muffled grumble as he pulled them open. Genuine surprise struck his features as Grimmjow realized who was at his own door, and how he misread her reiatsu.
“Woah, How did you get here, princess?” She stood before him carrying what seemed to be her own set of pillow and blanket, she also seemed alone. He looked out into the empty hallway, making sure no one else was there.
Although it eluded him how she was able to show up at his chambers in Las Nochas unharmed and without guard, he was quick to bring her to safety inside his room rather than the hallways of the palace. He stood aside from the entryway, and gestured a nod for the girl to enter. “Either I’m already half asleep, or you’ve gotten better at hiding your own reiatsu,” he jest, pulling the doors shut with a heave.
It was not often anyone but the owner would enter the chambers of an espada, and any others were questionable guests at best, but now that the girl stood curiously in the room with him he saw the contrast it held to her home when he visited. He remembered her apartment looked lived in, warm, human.
Idly rubbing the sleep from his eyes with one hand, he watched her look around still clutching her belongings. He wondered if she would feel uncomfortable here.
After being used to the bright color that was painted in every corner of Las Noches, when his door finally swung open and she was met with the color of his bare flesh; all Orihime could do was blink. Everything was white, and now it was like being slapped with a color that was new to her eye’s.
Stuttering to even speak his name, the healer stood in silence. His skin exposed without his jacket it shined a soft tan with the lighting coming from inside his room. Ivory skin was now flooded with red along her cheek bones, if not further to cover her entire face. Almost losing the grip on her pillow it only grazed the floor before she realized how far down it had slipped. As an arm wrapped tighter around it, grey hue’s finally met his bright blue ones and her breath hitched.
Almost moving her hand to softly graze his flesh to make sure he’d actually opened, as if to asses herself it wasn’t a dream, inches before it stopped. Instead she followed his direction and made her way inside. Walking in quietly it was a wonder why he’d let her in so easily, it could be assumed he cared for her well being, and of course being seen with a human like her. That could probably hurt his reputation that he’d built over the years.
“I guess I’ve gotten better…I did practice on my way here. I didn’t want to be caught..”
Meeting the shade of white again inside his bed chamber, her lips parted allowing nothing but a quiet whisper to pass. “Wooow..” Even if it was only a bedroom it was about twice the size of her apartment, hard to believe it was just his room. Now in the familiarity of the color, his presence, the earlier blush began to fade from her face. Moving towards the center of his room, she noticed everything from the floor, to his bed, and even the ever so inviting couch that fit perfectly into it.
“Lost? Oh well…no not exactly. Truth is..I’ve been having nightmares for the past couple of day’s and haven’t gotten much sleep. Normally they don’t re-occur but they had. So I thought to come here, I always feel happy in your company! Even if you don’t enjoy mine as much.”
Noticing the imprint on his bed, she mentally slapped herself for coming. He’d been sleeping, and now it was still hard to even look in the direction of Grimmjow, knowing he was without his jacket. As quick as the thought crossed her mind, he face was flooded with red again. Not wanting to be discovered she scurried over to his couch, and sat down using her pillow to block her face from his view.
“Sorry If I’m intruding..I just didn’t know where else to go..”
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