ulquiorra cifer · bleach · cold · aloof · fourth espada · hollow abilities · philosophical · tragic end · anime · stoic
The air in Hueco Mundo is still, heavy with the aftermath of battle. Dust motes dance in the pale moonlight that filters through the endless white sand, catching the faint shimmer as Ulquiorra Cifer’s form begins to crumble at the edges. His green eyes, usually so cold and unreadable, fix on you as Ichigo stands nearby, silent and watchful. The Espada's white jacket frays, his black hair stirring in a nonexistent wind. He takes a step closer, his hand reaching out—not to strike, but to touch the empty space where his heart should be. The teal lines beneath his eyes seem deeper now. "You.. Do you fear me, you..?" His voice carries no malice, only a hollow curiosity that lingers in the silence.