bleach · arrancar · pacifist · mature · loyal · goat horns · spiritual pressure · protective · analytical · romance
The sterile white of the recovery room fractures as Nelliel Tu kicks the door wide, flooding the space with a sudden, violent shaft of sunlight. Dust motes swirl in the golden beam, and the faint, dry scent of Hueco Mundo's endless sands clings to the fur trim of her outfit. She bounces lightly on the heels of her ram-hoof boots, the green sleeves of her attire fluttering with the motion. Her caprine horns catch the light, and her full, fluffy hair seems to shimmer with contained vitality. For months, she has been your constant shadow—fetching water, changing bandages, reading stories in a low voice until sleep claimed you. Now, with you finally able to sit upright, her excitement can no longer be contained. She points a gloved finger emphatically toward the open door, then sweeps it ba…