A very------- VERY belated thingie for Grimmjow’s B-Day
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MUSIC LILTS THROUGHOUT THE ROOM , the whimsical nature of the flutes & clarinets , the CRESCENDO OF THE BRASS ---------------- music typically heard within the walls of the mansion . Fingers lightly rifle through old crinkled pages , separating them , READING OVER SOME , with the obvious presence of the arrancar pushed aside for the time being . Grimmjow was acknowledged only by the piercing eyes of the Devil before they skate back over the pages set out before him .
THIS IS NEW SIGHT FOR THE BOTH OF THEM , to imagine the blue devil stealing away into the brightly lit château , passing through the chatter of crowds with their blighted hands ( HUMANS , SILVER & GOLD ADORNING EVERY INCH OF THEIR SKIN , THEIR GREED ; THEIR LASCIVIOUSNESS PALPABLE ; SUFFOCATING ) & into the library . What Vergil wouldn’t have expected , was to discover Grimmjow had also followed him here . Now the only surprise at this shown in light of this is the mere incline of head ( FEATURES EVERMORE IMPASSIVE ) , single digit pressing against the crinkled page before him before lifting it with a reserved sigh , folding it between his fingers & tucking it away within the inner pocket of his coat ( CONTENTS KEPT HIDDEN FROM PRYING EYES ) . He seems to grapple with what should be said , promptly planting a palm to the dark surface of his desk as tall form BEGINS TO LEAN FORWARD , piercing gaze directed at Grimmjow .
❛ Here to BORE YOURSELF TO TEARS as I conduct some midnight researching , I assume ? ❜ He asks with arched brow , Yamato sweeping upwards within its scabbard as he places it atop the desk he was at .
❛ Didn’t know research would lead ya to these fancy parties . ❜ A snide remark , accented by the CURL OF HIS LIP , the deep crinkles above Grimmjow’s nose forming as thumb hooks into the hem of his pants . Part of him wonders what it was that Vergil had slipped away , unfortunately it doesn’t seem that he’s allowed the time to even ASK HIM what he slipped from his sight [ HE’D PRY ABOUT IT LATER ] .
PALE BLUE OF EYES DISAPPEAR BEHIND LIDS , the Darkslayer releasing a low scoff . ❛ Similar as to this predicament that you have now found yourself in , having followed me here . The hosts here are not known for being all too gracious towards UNINVITED GUESTS . ❜ He who held his own invitation , had merely resorted to undertaking a few more ----------- duties while there ( NOT THAT THE PATRONS WERE PRIVY TO SUCH ) . Fingers tap consecutively atop the hardwood desk , pushing himself off of it & folding his arms across his chest as PIERCING GAZE RESTS ON GRIMMJOW . What to do , what to do --------------
A NONCHALANT SHRUG IN RESPONSE , a usual characteristic of the arrancar that brings slight twitch to slender brow & distasteful TWIST TO HIS LIPS . Of course the feckless act could evidently land them into a SEA OF TROUBLE SHOULD HE BE FOUND . It’s almost enviable , how careless he could be .
❛ I jus’ wanted to come see ya . Saw you coming in here & thought it wouldn’t hurt to join ya . ❜ Azure eyes skate away to linger among the rows of bookshelves in an attempt to avoid the uncomfortably piercing gaze that Vergil fixes on him .
‘ TO SEE HIM ’ . What kind of explanation is that ?
WHATEVER THOUGHT FORMULATES , IT MELTS AWAY JUST AS QUICKLY ; carried by the SYMPHONIES FROM THE OTHER ROOM , carried away within the chords & soft wail of a violin . ❛ You bumbling oaf . Consider yourself lucky that you weren’t CAUGHT . ❜ Insult comes quickly , CRACKING LIKE A WHIP as marblesque features DARKEN CONSIDERABLY , eyes narrowing dangerously with arms unfolding to fall back at his sides , fingers twitching with shake of his head . ❛ This is no place for someone the likes of you . You don’t belong here . ❜ He speaks the words as if they are some GRAVE AFFRONT that he’s faced with , the need to clean up whatever mess the other might make within the walls of the château --------------- yet the blistering cold edge tapers off , icy gaze watching as Grimmjow makes to throw some BITING RETORT AT HIM , before the words catch in his throat at the phantom smirk that plays on the corners of the Darkslayer’s lips . Already the night grows more interesting with the indescribable glow in those glacial eyes , thoughts coursing through mind where they would find themselves SPILLING INTO TENSE AIR between them .
❛ Not to mention that you are considerably UNDER - DRESSED for this event . ❜ Eyes sweeping down to the pages he had spread out , he quickly pulls them into a neat pile AS IF THEY�� HAD NEVER BEEN DISTURBED .
❛ What’s that supposed to mean ? I ain’t wearing all that stuffy shit you call clothes . ❜ A BESTIAL SNORT OF INDIGNATION-------------- He never seemed to miss a beat on criticizing high - end fashion . A learned sense of fashion , held in high esteem among the upper - class , & yet Grimmjow always SCOFFED at the ideology of the rich ( HE NEVER SEEMED TO UNDERSTAND IT , DID HE ? ) . Vergil throws him a pointed look as gloved fingers TAP SOLIDLY AGAINST YAMATO’S SCABBARD which still sits silently atop the desk .
❛ I don’t deem it necessary to waste my time with FRIVOLOUS EXPLANATIONS . ❜ No , of course he wouldn’t . ❛ It should be of no surprise to you that I wouldn’t bother with bringing you along , I doubt you even know how to dance . ❜
❛ You don’t know that . You’ve never even fuckin’ asked me if I did . ❜ Defensive tone is enough to earn ARCHED BROW from the Devil , steadily watching Grimmjow before stepping around the desk ( LEAVING BEHIND WEAPON BELOVÉD ) & APPROACHING HIM SLOWLY . Each step of his is deliberate , meeting the fiery intensity in cobalt blue with the heart - stopping freezing depths of his own . He stops , a mere foot away from him as broad form begins to teeter forward , DESIRING TO ELICIT A REACTION FROM THE OTHER FROM MERE CLOSENESS .
HE HEARS THE EXCITED CHATTER FROM ANOTHER ROOM ; hears the clapping that rises from silence that had once befallen once orchestra ended one song , NOW PREPARING FOR THE NEXT .
❛ Then prove it to me . ❜
TRULY A PRICELESS SIGHT TO BEHOLD , the slack - jaw expression that loosens the scowling muscles of the pantera , leaving him to stare at Vergil as if he had gone absolutely MAD . Yet the look that he is given in return SPEAKS THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE as hand slowly extends for the man to take ( APPARENT IT WOULD BE TO GRIMMJOW THAT THERE WOULD BE NO BACKING DOWN ) . Taking the hand stained BRILLIANT CRIMSON & GOLD , calloused fingers take to curling around the hand of beast to draw closer . Let not fear weigh heavy upon the shoulders of the DAMNED , for the world is allowed to slip away in the moment that arm wraps around muscular form , palm pressing against the plane of shoulder - blade . Already the SCOWL MARRING FEATURES is enough to declare true thoughts about the position that had been taken up by the Devil , conflict sure to develop within coming moments of WHIMSICAL MUSIC , but for now he settles .
MUSIC CARRIES THEIR STEPS , the lead taken up by the one that had proffered hand before their little DANCE , pressing the other closer to him as they’re taken out into the middle of the empty library . WHERE MUSIC TO ANY OTHER WOULD HAVE BEEN MUFFLED , it remains clear to their ears even through the walls of the building . They follow along the lines of WHIMSICALITY , sweeping across the room with every crescendo & decrescendo of orchestra . Indeed , Vergil finds himself IMPRESSED by the fact that claim holds true ( TO THINK THAT GRIMMJOW TRULY COULD DANCE ) , yet takes utmost care to keep that surprise from bleeding onto features . It’s the shift in tempo that sparks amusement , where lead once held by the Darkslayer , is undermined by ARROGANCE . A silent challenge accepted with that phantom smirk that begins to creep along pale lips of his with the tightening grip on calloused hand ( & WOULD ONLY RELEASE AT FINAL NOTES OF SONG ) .
❛ Must you always be this cocky ? ❜ A low hiss against the shell of his ear despire corner of lip twisting into some form of TAUNTING SMIRK .
❛ Just thinking you might quit & let me take the lead . ❜
❛ Now you’re just getting ahead of yourself . ❜ Low growl of words , natural turn of the waltz CHANGED UP with a reverse turn to take back the lead from the arrancar . Thus the battle for leadership in the waltz ensues as EACH & EVERY TEMPO CHANGE leads to rising need to pry control from IRON GRIP from one predator to the other. A violent push & pull , A BEAUTIFUL STORM UPON OPEN SEA , THREATENING TO DEVOUR ITSELF WITHIN THUNDERING CLASHES . It’s unlike anything anyone would have ever seen , to see them resort to methods, unorthodox . Booted feet landing on plush cushioning of seats as they lift one another , LANDING SOUNDLESSLY ONTO WOODEN TABLETOPS in graceful spins ( DANCING NEAR PRECARIOUS EDGES OF DESKS ) . There is no beat missed , no step made to falter as they rise & fall in height between desks & chairs with the rise & falls of haunting composition . Breaths mingle , faces brought close together in moments where CLINGING TIGHTLY TO ONE ANOTHER was the only method to maintain the increasing speed .
HIS TOUCH IS SEARING , pressing firmly against Grimmjow’s back through his clothes , A SLIGHT STING OF ELECTRICITY to encourage & press onward with the swirls of notes that carry their steps ( YET THEY’VE LOST THEMSELVES TO ANOTHER WORLD WITHIN EACH OTHERS EYES ) . The battle for control slowly ebbs , devolving into a natural trade - off of power between one ungodly hand to the other . Their breaths fail to be labored as they step down to chair , to ground in time to the dwindling strings & final bridge leading to the Coda .
SLOWLY ; SLOWLY THE THEY DRIFT TO A STOP , but not without picture - perfect DIP , arm of the Devil supporting majority of the weight incurred by the graceful descent on partner’s side as the final notes TWINKLE IN OTHERWISE SILENT AIR . The walls seem to lean in in the hanging suspense , eagerly awaiting for something LIFE - CHANGING to take place . Distant sounds of crowd in the château blocked out to focus only on the SLOW STEADY BREATHS that they share in tandem with one another . Soft pink tongue wetting lips of the man supported by the Devil , usual haughtiness having faded in favor for something more SUBDUED .
❛ ------------------------ good enough for ya ? ❜
UNEXPECTED INDEED ; EXPERTISE MATCHED BETWEEN ONE ANOTHER . It seems that Vergil had underestimated him , & perhaps for the first time since their meeting , HE HAD BEEN RENDERED SPEECHLESS . Winterbourne gaze locks steadily with that of azure seas , the look within them entirely indiscernible save for a mirroring of reflective light that glimmers beneath icy surface as the devil gradually lowers his face until lips BARELY TOUCH graze lips of the pantera & breaths mingle with the thrumming of heart within his chest ( IT WOULD HAVE BEEN IMPOSSIBLE FOR THE ARRANCAR NOT TO HEAR IT ) . Lips crack open as if to SPEAK-----------------
BEFORE HE HEARS SOMETHING .
A SUBTLE SOUND MUFFLED BY WALLS , but enough to alert the Devil of the interruption to take place in the next coming moments . There’s no hesitation as firm hold suddenly RELENTS & his image FLICKERS FROM SIGHT , leaving nothing to maintain Grimmjow in mid - suspension as Vergil reappears behind the desk he had been at before their little waltz . Fingers encircle about scabbard of his weapon as he takes up Yamato in one fluid movement while Grimmjow GRACELESSLY CRASHES TO THE GROUND , the door to the library cracking open with a couple stumbling through , giggling & clinging to one another ( CERTAIN ACTS DESIRING TO BE COMMITTED BEHIND CLOSED DOORS ) before stopping cold , eyes darting between the silver - haired man standing behind the desk & the one sprawled on the ground already vulgarly exclaiming at the standing individual . Realizing that they’ve walked in on a rather HEATED CONVERSATION , they quickly usher themselves out before getting caught up in the undesirable crossfire .
❛ What the fuck was that for ? ❜
❛ There were people coming . ❜
❛ Yeah , so ? Doesn’t mean you had to drop me . ❜
A shrug . ❛ It was the easiest course of action . ❜ A LIE .
❛ Fuck you . ❜ He’s already on his feet by this point , his scowl deepening at Vergil , who had taken to straightening his necktie ( COMPLETELY UNPERTURBED BY THE TURN OF EVENTS ) . Yet even with no words of acknowledgement , the aggravation that Grimmjow felt was more than prevalent & something about it gives Vergil pause in the form of directing his gaze to the WOUNDED man with a low ‘ Hmph ’ . TWO HUNTERS FACE TO FACE ( WHO WOULD DEVOUR WHO ? ) , one unprovoked while other BARES TEETH , albeit it lasts no longer than a few seconds .
ANOTHER FLICKER OF IMAGE ; APPEARING BEFORE HIM . No trick of lights , no smoke & mirrors despite the ripple of SHATTERED DIMENSIONS around his body only to repair itself in cloaks of shadows draping around Vergil once he reappears before the arrancar . Every inch of him , entirely tangible & within the reach of calloused fingertips SHOULD HE DESIRE TO TOUCH . He can hear the softest hitch in his breath , the anger that threatens to boil to the surface , FORCED DOWN , as he scowls up at the Devil . He’s met with nothing more than a cool stare in return , a phantom touch upon his uncovered cheek as silver crown dips forward ( GHOSTLY KISS PRESSING TO LIPS ) & the curl at the corner of his mouth at how anger subsides at closeness between them , replaced now by low GROAN from the arrancar , BROWS MARRYING UPON HIS FOREHEAD AT THE TOUCH .
❛ Is that not what has proven to be at the forefront of your mind recently ? Regardless ---------------------- you’ve proved to be an adept dance partner . ❜ Voice falls to a softer volume along with lids sinking halfway over his eyes , fingertips TRACING PURPOSEFULLY until falling away & turning aside , still casting a sidelong glance towards the other . There’s a flicker of movement behind the icy surface of his eyes as he looks at Grimmjow [ A MOMENT OF SOFTNESS ? WARMTH ? NO , IT MUST HAVE BEEN A TRICK OF THE LIGHT ] , disappearing as suddenly as it had come when head inclines , LOW , SONOROUS VOICE effectively disturbing the veil of silence . ❛ Let us retire from this place , Neither you , nor I have reason to linger here when I have already found what I initially came here came here for . ❜
Willing to lead Grimmjow out the front doors , he departs from the room with Grimmjow by his side. WHILE THEY HAD DISCOVERED WHAT THEY WERE SEARCHING FOR , it seems now that the both of them were walking away from the festivities , having found more than they bargained for on this celebratory night .
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