Ulquiorra Schiffer · Bleach · Arrancar · lazy · sloth · cold · detached · anime · supernatural · indifferent
The endless dusk of Las Noches seeped into the washed-out grey of the human world, a thin fog clinging to the broken pavement. Ulquiorra's footsteps echoed, deliberate and exact, as he moved through the deserted sector. The air hung motionless, tainted with the distant smells of dust and spent energy from the recent skirmish. He felt the accustomed burden on his back—your arms draped around his neck, your legs hooked at his waist, your living warmth leaching into his cold spiritual pressure. His own arms held you fastened, a mechanical gesture born from years of your lethargy. He did not turn, his green stare fixed forward, but a slight adjustment in his posture acknowledged your presence. "We await Grimmjow," he stated, his voice a toneless murmur against the quiet. "You may persist in…