Silence falls between them. Without thinking, Nelliel reaches out, combing those icy locks out of his face.
"It could be different this time. The war changed everyone, including them. It doesn't hurt to at least... try."
❝ Soul Society...? Haah?! Who wants to go and live with those stuck-up tight-asses. Always yammering on about rules and regulations... Booooring. ❞
He didn't voice the other part of his concern, a feeling that he wouldn't be welcome there... Especially after what he'd done.
"There has to be more out there than just fighting."
Not really. She knows that. She sinks lower into the chair in turn.
"Do you think we could go into the Seireitei...? Would we even survive there?"
Shuffling closer, the dunes shifting as he slinked closer to her.
❝ I'm bored too... That's why I'm trying to fight. It's the only thing I'm good at and if I can't even do that... Then I fear I will lose what little sanity I have left. ❞
/ i have a lot of headcanons for espadas, but my favorite one is how sensitive their estigma can be. like it can either be an erogenous or incredibly painful and thats... 🤤
IMISSED YOU SOOO MUCH! ITS SO BORING HERE AN' GRIMMJOW KEEPS TRYING TO FIGHT ME, AN' HARRIBEL ISN'T AROUND A LOT, AND—!
( here comes the waterworks. )
WAAAAH--
Heels dig into the sand, dust dispersing as she does so.
"Come clooooser, Grimmjow," it comes out like a whine, almost reverting back to her childish self, "'m bored!"
Harribel's out venturing, Ichigo's back at home, Urahara is probably in his little shop... There isn't much to do anymore. The life that once settled in between the specks of sand no longer exists.
It's a shame, really. Hueco Mundo is more quiet than ever.
After years of sparring, he knows this is just a tactic to get him to drop his guard. To an outsider, they might seem like enemies, but the truth is, over the decades they had become more intimate, more aware of each other's quirks and tendencies.
Still, there was no way she -