Break Away
"I know why I was born with wings." they hadn't really been speaking, just laying together in the dark. Grimmjow hummed. "I was born to break away from everything, like ash, floating on the breeze." a single blue eye cracked open, staring at his lover. "Flying is beautiful."
"Then why was I born with paws?" Grimmjow conceded, glancing at his own hands for a moment. Ulquiorra looked at him. Had he facial expressions, the look would be a smirk.
"To rip and tear your enemies." they were both silent for a long time. "Paws and Wings. A good combination. I can fly and you can battle." Grimmjow peered at Ulquiorra's face, nodding vaguely.
"So that means you'll take me with you, right? When you break away from this place." Grimmjow closed his eyes before Ulquiorra could reply. "Cause I'd follow you anyway."
Owari