Warping into its surroundings were the instruments of Fear. A helm of elevated, spindly prongs that were penetrative and macabre through nature alone, their illuminating and mortifying anatomies bleeding forth a calamitous air of atrocity and hopelessness.
There was a sudden change about the pair as the stood silently opposite of each other. Throughout the period of time, Starrk was attempting to figure out just what the hell this guy was. Nothing near a hollow or shinigami. Having such abilities, the Primera deduced that there was only one other thing his ‘company’ could be. Quincy.
The act of aggression that was the manifestation of spikes about As Nodt were puzzling, but no matter who it was, the Espada was unwilling to fight. “….Put those away, I have no intentions of fighting you.”
He remembered so much of her before she died. She didn’t really care to know anything about herself, or she didn’t think she really did. She did something to make this arrancar want to be near her, made him want to make sure she made it to where she was now.
She eyed the pillows and the area they were in. It seemed a suitable place to sleep, but it was probably his. Still, the window was what she aimed for. Something drawing her to it as she took a seat and leaned back to adjust herself in the window sill.
“You’re far more peaceful than anyone I have met…” She made the dry comment as she looked out toward the desert. There were smaller hollows running about, but nothing really worth going after.
Glazed eyes watched as the female made her way towards the window. He didn’t expect that similarity to carry over into her second life. But it was a reassuring feeling that not all of his old friend was lost. He almost smiled at the sight.
He sighed before replying to her statement. “I have no need to fight, it would be a waste of my energy.” It was something he had to explain many times before, and would continue to do so in the future. Regardless, depending on the person he was speaking to, he didn’t mind. Baiken was one of those rare cases.
“You may rest where you please, the entire fortress is virtually abandoned, aside from a few lesser hollows.” Despite having such freedom around the palace, Starrk simply carried on as he always did, aside from acquiring a few more pillows, but that much wasn’t notable as a change.
“So then, you will be staying here awhile?” She asked with curiosity before taking another long swig of her drink and readjusting her feet underneath her there while sitting in the window.
It was nice sharing a drink and even so declaring a friendship with someone. Curious of why he was so lacking in his emotions, but it seemed to be something she really wasn’t needing to ask about. Now and then she could catch hints of his emotions, what he might have been feeling even without showing it.
He had some there, even if he could deny it being there, she had seen it with her own eye.
His eyes remained unmoving, yet to gaze at his female companion. “It beats Las Noches by a longshot.” Starrk muttered. “If you’re alright with it, I have no reason to go.” After his response, he took a drink of the alcohol, each movement as lazy as the man himself.
With their companionship finalized with a toast of sake, the Primera had hoped to feel better after all this time of solitude, but there was only a slight feeling of reassurance within him. He figured that much. By now it had seeped in and infected him with this unwavering feeling of loneliness. A silent sigh passed his lips, disappointment mixed in with him fatigue. The lone wolf decided after a few more drinks, that he would simply fall asleep again. His only true escape from his prison of a life.
“….Its not something you would understand.” The Primera answered her questions slowly, a sigh escaping him as he relaxed into the comfort of his resting place.
“I have tried, there’s nothing for me.” He replied, eyes averting from her as he looked about the usual surroundings for him, albeit for only a few moments before
She blinked curiously at the other, head tilting just slightly.
“Maybe you just haven’t found it yet, Starrk-sama.” Sitting down on the edge of his bed beside him, Kyumei placed the pillow in his arm. ”There’s something out there for everyone.”
So she was that type of person, huh? Naive about, well, everything. He showed no reaction as she approached him, and sat atop the pile of pillows he deemed to be his bed.
“And what is it to you. My life doesn’t effect yours.”
“No, silence is.”
“Hmm… Stark, you’re very different from all the other arrancar. They’ve all got their own uniqueness!”
“…I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“And I’ll assume that humans are just the same in that manner.”
This was becoming tedious, but the Primera continued his explanation. “I told you how I represent the aspect of death, solitude. My power is the reason of that, its caused others around me to perish due to its extent.” Of course since then he had gotten more control of it, so he was able to withhold a majority of his power. “It was to the point that I severed my soul into two entities, but not even that worked.”
“Because of it, I have always envied the weak.”
What he was saying was becoming even stranger and stranger. It wasn’t that Vegeta doubted him either. He had encountered some rather strange things throughout his life but this was certainly up there now. “And yet you may envy the weak but they are the ones who envy any form of power, especially one as strong as yours.”
“They can take them, its nothing but a burden. Those who are weak can band together in groups, for ones with such power as mine, that is nothing but a dream.” Such excessive strength was distasteful for the Primera, as it had been the cause for all of his ailments in his hollow existence.
“If I cannot become weak, then I will find others who are as strong as I am.”
“I find it to be relaxing.”
“Creepy is relaxing for you!?”
“No, silence is.”