Post by Cheshire on Sept 7, 2015 18:10:47 GMT -5
He wouldn't shut up.
You throw a dog (or rather an Arrancar in her case) a bone once and he gets attached enough to make even the literal Queen of attention-whoring nauseous. She wouldn't mind the doting, perhaps, the incessant declarations of love and the puppy dog following- if that was all. Those, those she liked, those are things she could live with. Someone of her caliber and station deserved such people. Servants. Blind to any reality but their desire to please. That's how she wanted the whole world to be for her.
This talking? She would hope to be without. His voice was nasally, annoying, a canine nose/muzzle as his mask fragments not doing much to muffle the sound. Not as much as she wanted it to. One time. She slept with him once. She had long gone past cursing herself for it, consistent self-beration for the fact that she got nothing but a night of pleasure from her actions. He had no information. He was nothing. She was this close to killing him, already having attempted throwing him out.
At one point she had led him around Hueco Mundo and Sonido'd away, leaving him stranded.
He found his way back.
Mutt.
If she reached back and gripped him by the hole in his chest, do you think anyone would mind the screaming? Hah, take him back to her room and it'd be no different than any other night for neighboring rooms.
She had no time for this.
"Hey, so I was thinking-"
It had been days. A week at most. Her patience, godlike as it was, did not last forever. Even the most composed, rational people had their limits. This was it. He was it. She turned, Tentadora drawn, and stabbed it right through his face. His mask shattered and a squeak was the last sound his disgusting mouth would ever make. His eyes were wide, betrayal flaring in them. A pang of pity? She was not above such emotions, realistically, but as far as she was concerned it was a waste of time. She did not spare emotions for a broken toy.
His use was worn after the covers had fell from her stretching frame the morning after.
A low grunt was her only admission to her actions, pulling the bleeding blade back and wiping it off on his shirt before he could fall to the ground. Pitiful. Pathetic. He died with his expression still reflecting his shock and heartbreak.
Men. They were so weak.
She rolled her eyes, popping her back with an arch of it and locking her fingers together to do the same. What to do, now? It'd be bothersome for her if the body was found. Why couldn't Arrancar just dissolve like Hollow did?
Her eyes flared, an amber gleam in a dark hall. Her Reiatsu picked up another presence, slowly moving in her direction. The feeling was not malicious; they were simply passing by, she reckoned, biting down on her lip. How annoying. She pulled her pressure back to herself, swallowing it whole into a tight stomach. Snap went her Sonido, a tell-tale bzzt of static as she both disappeared with the body grasped by its hair and returned a few seconds later. A door swung shut down the hall while she settled back into the spot she had been standing before, smearing the blood on the ground away with the toe of her boot.
Then she walked, moving towards where the presence had originally been heading.
Let's see what game she could play, this time. Who, oh who, would the new player be?
It was not longer after, turning a corner, that her shoulder collided with another Arrancar. She went flustered, mouth agape and limbs flailing to both steady herself and the girl she had knocked into.
"O-oh, my, I am so sorry!"
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GP Count: 12
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