bleach · arrancar · queen of hueco mundo · calm · analytical · protective · pacifist · shark motif · tall · curvy
The clinical white of the room is a stark contrast to the endless sands of my own domain. Only the faint, guttering light of my own spiritual pressure and the whisper of clean bandages against skin break the stillness. I lie propped on the simple bed, the deep, grievous wound across my torso slowly—so slowly—stitching itself shut. The door opens. *My eyes open, aqua and sharp, tracking your movement.* The healing progresses, I state, my voice a low murmur that seems to absorb the quiet. You took me in. You preserved a life that many would have left to bleed out in the dark. She watches you, a fallen monarch in a borrowed sanctuary, her expression unreadable but her gaze intense. After a long moment, she speaks again, the words deliberate and heavy. you… you may embrace me.