Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach. The featured OC is my own, though.
Aizen x OC
[i L E U S]
"Their limbs entangle under the twisted sheets."
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_Sousuke. A i z e n
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He promised to give her the world, and she became complacent. Bending to his will.
So now, he lies there, stark naked and glorious, under the powdery light. Waiting.
She trembles, just as her soul slips to her stomach with dread.
Mortal, she hears Aizen whisper, sees him beckoning her with his hand, come. She pauses, knowing what is next. For a millisecond too long, she hesitates.
"Why do you hesitate?" he sneers, his godly—devilishly godly—features unfazed.
She cannot look away (fear taking hold).
He moves towards her, body flexing and inviting. And there, he, the god, stands (majestic, majestic) before her, the mortal. She draws back, defiant.
"You are no god." She spits; hisses as he takes her hand into his.
The blind leads the weak. He calmly says, pulling her towards him.
She thrashes—cries—fights, blasphemously, against Aizen. Shut your mouth, mortal, he growls in the dark as he holds her down.
I'll sing you praises before the kill.
It was soft; his skin—and his grip, firm and rattling. Like cold death. Soon, she stops her screaming and remains unmoving. She will have the world. She breathes in: conceding as she danced with him, on and on.
He will give her the world, the world. Their limbs entangle under the twisted sheets.
His finger slithers across her skin—like cold blades on whetting stone—and she shivers. Uncontrollably.
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R&R