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when I finally finish the art of Lyric ripping Jack's eye out of his skull it is over for you all

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-> Many times they want to say, both petulant and yet aware of their fault. And was it not true? Lyric bore the barely healed-over scabbed skin on their cheek where The Fear had dug its nail into the soft flesh and pried away their scale for want of a piece of them, like a specimen to be had. Irritated and bored that he was not allowed to behead them and mount their horns to the wall in tribute to the things of myth because another of his creed told him he could not. Ulquiorra's cold skin covers their thumbs and lowers their hands from their chest, but they do not unclasp. Couldn't bring themselves to unbunch in any way.

"... ... I just wanted to see it..."

-> The party. The tree and the lights. Decorating with Tesla was nice, yes, but the palace was still empty at the end of the day——Lyric was still the only human of their kind, living, here. The Arrancar had no need for holiday festivities or the feelings associated with them. They don't know if Ulquiorra even thought about getting them a present.

"Just for a little bit... ..."

-> Their fingers intersect and squeeze each other, hands clasped and fit to pray. No God they knew of was fit to be seen here. It was only death and it's dealings. Their mouth becomes a thin, worried line as they turn their eyes down to the floor.

"... ... he didn't."

-> There was no reason to implicate their good friend. It would only serve to work against him, and Tesla did too much for their happiness for them to want him to suffer meaninglessly. Their tail coils around their ankles as their elbows pinch closer to their sides and their shoulders hunch——making themselves small. Prepared to be scolded and not argue.

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-> Their fingers intersect and squeeze each other, hands clasped and fit to pray. No God they knew of was fit to be seen here. It was only death and it's dealings. Their mouth becomes a thin, worried line as they turn their eyes down to the floor.

"... ... he didn't."

-> There was no reason to implicate their good friend. It would only serve to work against him, and Tesla did too much for their happiness for them to want him to suffer meaninglessly. Their tail coils around their ankles as their elbows pinch closer to their sides and their shoulders hunch——making themselves small. Prepared to be scolded and not argue.

-> Ah. He raised his voice——the tenor of it makes Lyric flinch, muscles in their jaw clenching as their eyes wince. Their hands come together in front of them to fidget with each other. He's upset.

"... ... even with Tesla...?"

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SCRUFFING @lunarscaled ; They are coming back to the Palace. No if's, no and's, and certainly, no but's.

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-> Ah. He raised his voice——the tenor of it makes Lyric flinch, muscles in their jaw clenching as their eyes wince. Their hands come together in front of them to fidget with each other. He's upset.

"... ... even with Tesla...?"

-> Mr. Quilge said there would be a Christmas tree!

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-> They stare back at the boy from some distance——a few meters, easily, to keep their guard up ( what rough estimation of it they had, being the least experienced fighter here. ) The end of their long blue tail flicks back and forth, posture tense when he speaks to them. Lyric did not make it a habit of speaking to the Quincies, but it happened sometimes all the same.

"I didn't say it was an insult."

-> And nothing more. Not their name or who they are or where they're from. Just some strange thing in their white uniform.

"I'm allowed to be here."

@soulcutter from ask.

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-> Mr. Quilge said there would be a Christmas tree!

❝ Is @lunarscaled where they shouldn't be ... Again. ❞

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"It's obviously your kill/death ratio."

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-> Biting is a form of courtship in some species of lizards. But who would dream about those kinds of things?

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I still need to write a hsr verse for Lyric but like

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how would u feel about a species like the vidyadhara but supremely fucked up

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"... I get a little lonely when he sleeps all the time..."

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-> Oop——

"Please don't fight..."

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"Ulquiorra says yelling isn't allowed in the palace."

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WHY ARE YOU BITING ME.

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eun biting you biting you biting you biting you

Biting is a form of courtship for some species of lizards.

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-> Tried to eat a Hollow once but it was gross.

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Send 🌿 to accidentally get caught under the mistletoe with my muse.

-> Tesla was right——there was a considerable amount of stacked up Christmas decorations stored away. Lyric was almost shocked at how much; Ulquiorra must have spent days decorating all of Las Noches under his previous Lord's command, and Lyric thinks even if they decorated both palaces head to toe in décor, they still wouldn't be able to use it all .ᐟ So they have to settle for a fraction. A tasteful amount, that makes their chest warm and their body feel fuzzy to look at it. Wreathes and garland wrapped around pillars and twinkling lights tacked up on the wall around the library. Lyric's own room benefitted from several festive looking bows and wreaths of ornaments and colored lights that they left on even when they turned everything else out to sleep at night, their many shifting colors steadily luring them into sleep with technicolored dreams. They even managed to find a tree! A fake one, yes, and a little bent up and scraggly, but a tree all the same! Lyric put it in the... what could generously be described as the living room of Ulquiorra's palace and decorated it to the nines with Tesla, eyes starry and wide. It made them giddy to see it in the mornings and late evenings, though they knew there would be no snow outside or chilly breeze. Just the feeling was enough.

"——Did you know there's a legend that says Mistletoe symbolizes the enduring love of a goddess who lost her son? He died to an arrow made of mistletoe, and she cried on it.

Supposedly, it swore that it would kiss anyone that passed beneath it, so long as it was never used as a weapon again."

-> Lyric hadn't personally hung up every decoration, obviously. It was faster in some instances for them to split up and cover two ends of a very very large room than to muddle over things together. They hadn't realized there were mistletoe bundles in any of the boxes to begin with, let alone that Tesla has seemingly gone about hanging them all up, but with a chance to eye the shiny white berries of the plant from below they feel compelled to share their insight.

"And in Saturnalia it was though of as a romantic wedding plant, and in another culture a sign of fertility... In Britian it became popularized through stories to kiss under a mistletoe and pluck a berry. It was good luck if you said yes and bad luck if you refused."

-> Beside twinkling white Christmas lights, in the dimmed ambiance of the palace hall to improve the visibility of their work, Lyric's eyes are filled with little stars. Their cheeks are touched a rosy red in the heights and in their ears, a soft smile graces their face. No matter how often they are despondent, now they are shining around him. For him, perhaps, in a way. He put all this up for them, after all. They rock back and forth slightly on their heels a few feet from him. Close but not as close as before. They look at the plant and then back to him, just once.

"——but mistletoe is parasitic and toxic. The leaves have a poison in them, and they rely on feeding off other trees to grow. Yet we still associate them with romance and luck in love and kissing. Isn't that interesting, Tesla?"

"One story even says a golden bough of mistletoe was used to enter the land of the dead so a man could speak to his father...

Luckily, I don't need mistletoe to talk to you, right? Hehe."