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log: ongoing
When; July 14th, evening.
Rating; PG-13+, mature situations, language?
Characters; Cirucci Thunderwitch [![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thunderwitch] & Grimmjow Jaegerjaque [screwthatnoise]
Summary; There isn't a man who won't fall in love with Cirucci and there isn't a challenge Grimmjow won't take.
There was something off about the day, something more off than usual in a place where off things were happening constantly. Grimmjow didn't like the City much, the only saving grace being that he didn't like Hueco Mundo that extra length more.
He couldn't help feel like things he didn't want to say were coming out of his mouth and there was a tight feeling in his chest. If he were alive, he might have called it a really mild heart attack, but he wasn't and that was impossible.
Cirucci always seemed to know more about this place than he did (admittedly, she had always known more than he did and admittedly, she had more experience). He was more than a little irritated at the way she kept taunting him with 'it's a curse!'-- how was he supposed to deal with a situation where his instincts were shouting otherwise? She would have an answer, maybe.
The Arrancar were still easy enough to find, when Grimmjow went searching (still couldn't sense the goddamn shinigami in this stupid City). He could get close enough. Eventually, she'd be able to pick him out and he could take her up on her little offer-challenge.
It just irked him not to be able to find what he was hunting for.
Rating; PG-13+, mature situations, language?
Characters; Cirucci Thunderwitch [
thunderwitch] & Grimmjow Jaegerjaque [screwthatnoise]Summary; There isn't a man who won't fall in love with Cirucci and there isn't a challenge Grimmjow won't take.
There was something off about the day, something more off than usual in a place where off things were happening constantly. Grimmjow didn't like the City much, the only saving grace being that he didn't like Hueco Mundo that extra length more.
He couldn't help feel like things he didn't want to say were coming out of his mouth and there was a tight feeling in his chest. If he were alive, he might have called it a really mild heart attack, but he wasn't and that was impossible.
Cirucci always seemed to know more about this place than he did (admittedly, she had always known more than he did and admittedly, she had more experience). He was more than a little irritated at the way she kept taunting him with 'it's a curse!'-- how was he supposed to deal with a situation where his instincts were shouting otherwise? She would have an answer, maybe.
The Arrancar were still easy enough to find, when Grimmjow went searching (still couldn't sense the goddamn shinigami in this stupid City). He could get close enough. Eventually, she'd be able to pick him out and he could take her up on her little offer-challenge.
It just irked him not to be able to find what he was hunting for.
no subject
Loving. Tch.
The Thunderwitch's sonido reverbed in the alley when she landed, leaned her back against the building corner, a pout on full lips, arms folded under her breasts and hips cocked.
"I would say Sexta, but-" Her chin rose, fingers tapping a small rhythm on the pale white glove of her arm. "Grimmjow." Time spent in the City had taught her how it worked, how it tried to confuse their senses, but how long... more than six months now here, and two appearences of a teal haired Arrancar called Grimmjow Jeagerjacque.