You Belong to Me (Pet Me!) [Kionchi/Cheshire]
Jan 1, 2016 22:34:26 GMT -5
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Post by Kionchi on Jan 1, 2016 22:34:26 GMT -5
One would assume he'd be familiar with having to bear the weight of the world on his shoulders. Though tonight the experience felt so different and new. Perhaps it was that steady rumbling purr, a subtle reminder of his passenger's nature. Or maybe it the claw on his neck, the quaint edge of her finger against his throat eliciting a shit-eating grin. Maybe it was ridiculousness of the situation as a whole that lightened his load, his step unencumbered by the weight of his Queen as he dashed through through the vaguely familiar halls of Las Noches. Their reiatsu had subtly merged during his journey, melting together in such a way as to make the pair appear a single, significantly more powerful being. And while it left their path clear of any annoying trash, he couldn't help but wonder if she was going to scold him again for impersonating her.
Perhaps he'd be less nervous if he stopped long enough to notice that half of the collective aura was clearly his own, the icy mint intermingling with her lavender scent, neither joining nor overpowering as it tried its best to maintain its integrity without distancing itself from its conjoined sphere. But even blind he wasn't never that observant: The shifting hemisphere of his own energy nothing more than a convenient window amidst the colorful blur of energies colliding around him, their souls staying clear of the shinigami's straight and narrow path.
”How dare he,” His smile widened as he feigned disgust in the hope it'd amuse her. A lumbering mass of muscle and chitin stood in the middle of the hallway: a centipede-like hollow with the upper torso of a bodybuilder ready to tear apart the shinigami and his precious cargo.
”His insolence will not be tolerated.”
The door was opened with a swift kick. One hand supported the arrancar he'd called his queen, her legs tightly wrapped around him as he carried her on his shoulders. The other dragged the enormous centipede he'd violently separated from the rest of the insolent hollow with his bare hands, blood still pumping from its open wound. The room was the same as before, the large opening in the side of the tower providing as much light as the artificial sun let in. In one corner was a jar full of brushes next to a canvas. In the other a plush bed Kionchi kept spotless and tidy, a gift from his Evelynn for as long as he needed to recover. The same pile of broken masks lied in the center of his quarters, the hoard of shattered trophies of less concern to him than ever.
”Home, sweet home,” The sarcastic quip was followed up with the loud crash of his victim's body smashing atop his now pulverized collection. He had no need of such trinkets, their worth suddenly lost in the presence of his newest prize. And he didn't mean the centipede.
”I hope it was a smooth enough ride, my queen,” Going to one knee he held back a chuckle as he bowed his head and waited for her to disembark. It was an act that would have made him sick to his stomach only a couple weeks ago. Even ignoring the fact she was a hollow, the idea that he'd go to one knee for someone as weak as her wouldn't have even crossed the shinigami's mind before his stay. But he'd gotten a taste of what it felt like to abandon his pride and free himself from the gilded cage called honor. And he wasn't about to be restrained under the yoke of another master too powerful for him to overcome. If he was going to be indentured, it'd be on his terms. A proposition he found satisfying, so long as there was still laughter left to stifle.
As long as you belong to me, I'll belong to you.
WC: 653; GP: 13; TGP: 13