Walking in one would imagine a small dramatic fog pouring out with vicious eyes glaring out at every corner from the way the walls seemed a dark maroon accented by blood red, but actually the place was calm, clean, and open with brightly cast windows showing a sweet man smiling over a table. The man she was expecting, and as promised to be there sharply at eight which her pocket watch gingerly declared. Sitting down he didn't speak a word only handing her a desired bottle containing clear blue liquid. This surprised her very little, even as the last time they went to meet he wouldn't stop babbling about strange things like how the Earth turne
Walking in one would imagine a small dramatic fog pouring out with vicious eyes glaring out at every corner from the way the walls seemed a dark maroon accented by blood red, but actually the place was calm, clean, and open with brightly cast windows showing a sweet man smiling over a table. The man she was expecting, and as promised to be there sharply at eight which her pocket watch gingerly declared. Sitting down he didn't speak a word only handing her a desired bottle containing clear blue liquid. This surprised her very little, even as the last time they went to meet he wouldn't stop babbling about strange things like how the Earth turne
Cataclysm. He loved it, the stars hitting the sky. The worlds below mashed together as each side fought. In return, he hated it. They were eternal conflict; he was eternal conflict. He was wise; utterly foolish in the eyes of the wisest; she. Beyond if she was truly a she, or is if she truly was anything at all.
She was love.
He didn't understand love, once feeling it wrapped upon him. The beauty of it, the construction it took. The complete individuality love was. True love. True love was he couldn't, wouldn't, didn't, know.
She was warmth, eating those with her honesty. It's honesty.
The heat of his throne, the murmurs of his compa
The paradox of kissing was a hard concept to bare. Worse, he was in the act of kissing a mirror image, a figment of himself on the other side of his reflection.
Blonde cream and bronze skin mimicked the enchanting grace he posed each movement with.
Closer was the contact to come, every second within the second. This place was strange.
His clothes were foreign to his body, but not to the smirking reflection.
Brown with lace tied down his back. Silk wrapped his forearms, cashmere ivory his legs. However, his feet were left blank did he even have feet? They weren't anywhere in sight.
In fact, his hands disappeared too. Leaving the e
Seeing the book placed down after five seconds of giving it to her, he held an annoyed daze. "I'm sorry Ulquiorra, but this is in Spanish. I can't read Spanish." She stated plainly, all while giving him an apologetic look.
Hueco Mundo had an array of books in a vast library that Aizen himself had put in thinking all the hollows would enjoy. Pity hollows really didn't read that much.
Well. Ulquiorra didn't read books much, thus explaining why when Orihime asked for something to entertain herself with, he merely grabbed whatever on the bookshelf near his hand at the time.
It truly was no concern of his if she could read it. It shoul
Hmmm I haven't written anything in a LONG time. But perhaps I shall post some other works on here yes? And then maybe start uploading my attempts in photoshop? Perhaps.
This has been an early morning, half asleep post.