A Nice Night to Read [3rd Squad - Walkren] Sept 27, 2016 23:14:35 GMT -5
Post by Verbrennung on Sept 27, 2016 23:14:35 GMT -5
How hard she had tried to follow the script. Perform an action that is perceived as kind but truthfully has selfish motives behind it. Yes, she had given to the charity but was rewarded with no warm and fuzzy feelings, and how eagerly had she helped the friend move and yet the owed favour was not fulfilled. She had hugged someone with her infernal machine of a body to reassure herself, to control the situation and to feel the telltale coiling of her smirk when he flinched away in pain—or when he should have flinched away. All the Arrancar was left with was a feeling of vulnerability despite her doing everything right from her perspective.
While Verbrennung had known that she had—in a way—‘challenged’ the Shinigami to a social battle, she was vastly unprepared for the expertise he’d shown thus far. He had even exposed one of his greatest weaknesses (in her mind) to the Arrancar and yet she still couldn’t keep up with his pace: his stoic calm and determination. Perhaps it was all simply stubbornness mixed with pride and a dash of arrogance—after all—she couldn’t imagine he was enjoying having his hair burnt to ashes upon his scalp or his skin bubbled upon his membrane in real time.
So she had lost. How… unsatisfactory. Silently Verbrennung wondered where he drew his strength from. Was it… the Hollow Mask? Did it protect him from her power? Her chest burned at just the thought; a different kind of burning than what she was used to. This was not the flowing of molten blood through volcanic veins, this was the internal broiling of jealousy and resentment. She did her absolute best to hide such from Walkren. He didn’t need any more power over her.
The weight upon her head from Walkren’s resting chin lifted, perking the woman’s attention. He pulled back, not out of painful reeling but to address her more directly. Upon his face was a tender look despite his rather crispy appearance. The Shinigami even went so far as to rest a hand upon her cheek in a way that—when paired with that smile—caused a different kind of flustered confusion to spread through her bubbling veins.
“I enjoy the pain, Verbrennung, remember?” Came words whispered ever so gently. A soft chuckle escaped him as he peered down at her, “I understand what I must do now. Thank you for… helping me reach that understanding. I hope you can forgive my aggressive behavior.”
A brow raised at Walkren’s words, at his… sudden gratitude. Had he gleaned some perceived help from their encounter? She hadn’t intended to do such a thing… Perhaps it was just trick. He was a rather crafty Shinigami—
“I also hope we meet again.” Despite all the pain she had exposed him to—in the end—Verbrennung was the one to recoil from the other. Goosebumps were clearly raised all over her form as she eyed him with a cautious and confused stare. He had drawn so close and… she didn’t like how that made her felt. She could most definitely feel the hard stare of the Raven nearby. Ever judging.
Upon moving away himself, Walkren’s form was wrapped in the healing green glow of his reiatsu, his movements were that of utter nonchalance.
“But for now, go find your destiny, Engelchen.”
The Arrancar swallowed hard, finding her throat to be dry of both words and saliva, “I… Right. Of course—and don’t call me that.” The creature shot Walkren a scowl, “Just open up this barrier and I’ll get on my way. I can’t say I know how I helped you but I’m glad you could find some benefit in our little rendezvous amidst war.”
A hand pressed against the smooth green surface of the barrier once she had made her way closer to it. There was a certain eagerness to escape in her actions. All she wanted to do was get out and ponder this interaction.
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