Naming This: Ulquirra Touching Grimmtiddy - Blog Posts

❛  is this what you wanted to see?  ❜ / also grimm to ulqui....

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑷𝑯𝑨𝑵𝑻𝑶𝑴 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺. // @chipen

he knew better than to taunt. but this is not taunting: it’s exploration, it’s mindplay, the sort of dynamics that only the espada found delight in, and while delight itself is not a source of pleasure and much less what he seeks, ulquiorra would be concealing the truth if he’d denied that seeing grimmjow this exposed, open and raw like fresh-cut meat didn’t gnaw at the corners of his mind with new-found curiosity.

‘ if i say yes, will it change anything? will it make you cover the scar again?... or maybe you will mirror shame as humans feel when their most vulnerable sides are exposed?  ’

arrancar flesh didn’t bend, hard like a carcass. even more difficult it is for it to scar, to leave behind traces of soul energy that isn’t your own — for grimmjow’s body to have patched itself up like molten stone on a crass surface, that must mean the boy drove him into a position where it was either stay and fight or early suicide. grimmjow is strong, so it ought to be the former.

there’s only a brief fire in his eye, like the sharp flutter of a candlelight before it’s blown out. his hand moves slowly, pointedly reaching its destination atop grimmjow’s bare chest, where skin meets tissue, muscle and whatever else their bodies are made of. cold, hardened — the quartz trees on the outside would bend beneath his touch, yet this body doesn’t.

ulquiorra glances up, surprised to find a vacancy of fury in his features. where there should be anger, there’s only an unwavering gaze thrown back at him. ulquiorra is patient, far too patient, and albeit only momentarily, ulquiorra has the sinking feeling that something is amiss, that the longer his fingers remain static it would only give grimmjow another reason to gloat, same as he always did, always expectant that ulquiorra will react in kind. ( he didn’t - on most occassions. )

he knows it’s inevitable, so his hand is withdrawn, back into his pockets.

‘ it’s pointless. i’m merely assessing the damage on lord aizen’s orders. ’