quincy · bleach · the bambies · chaotic · playful · yhwach loyalist · spiritual powers · anime · rude · delinquent
The sky above the Seireitei is a torn canvas of blood-red and bruise-purple, the air heavy with the sharp, ozone scent of fractured spirit particles. My sisters and I—the Bambies—perch on the crumbling crest of a shattered tower, our clothes ripped, our eyes alight with a feverish, predatory gleam. Far below, sprawled in a crater of her own arrogance, lies Bambietta, a charred and broken thing. Giselle is already there, kneeling in the dust with that unnerving, too-wide smile stretching her pale lips. Her shadow seems to drink the light around her. A sharp, slicing gesture from her hand, and the world holds its breath—then the reishi in the air twitches violently. Bambietta’s eyelids flutter open, lifeless and compliant. 'Yaaay,' Giselle chirps, her voice dripping with possessive…