I wrote this one as a request for a lovely Starrk RPer on Tumblr. Enjoy!
Grimmjow was restless. There was nothing to do - there was never anything to do, but this time was different. He wanted to do something, wanted to get out of the white stone walls that were suddenly close and stifling, the bright sun that was suddenly blinding.
He wandered. Well, ran. He needed to run. There was a tight, nervous energy in him that he needed to get out, he was stir crazy and needed to move.
He found himself on the roof somehow - it seemed like some of the taller towers, the one that broke the blue of the sky, had doorways onto the dome. It was a sigh of relief as the cool wind hit him, a relief from the false heat on the inside of the cage.
He hadn't been expecting company, though. Another white-clad figure was already on the roof, lying back against the stone.
Starrk. He could tell it was the Primera simply because he was the only one that would be sleeping anywhere, let alone up above the dome.
He wandered over, more out of aimless curiosity than an actual purpose, only to find in surprise that the other man was awake.
"What're you doing up here?" He asked the man, hands in his pockets and an eyebrow arched.
Starrk didn't change positions, or even give a sign that he'd heard, for a long moment. Then finally:
"Watching the moon."
That was unexpected. "What?"
"Watching the moon. Join me?"
Confused and a little reluctant, Grimmjow joined Starrk on the roof, lying down next to him to stare up at the large, imposing crescent that dominated the starless black sky above them.
"…..So what's so interesting about the moon, anyway?"
No answer for another long minute.
"It's lonely, isn't it?"
Grimmjow looked away from the sky, glancing over at the Primera's face.
"….Lonely?"
The man nodded, his grey eyes never leaving the sky.
"It's lonely. There aren't any stars, or even a cloud. It's the only thing in the sky. Alone…it has to be lonely, you think?"
Grimmjow glanced back up at the moon. There really weren't any stars in the sky. He'd never thought about that. Not a single light in the sky, not a change of color indicating a cloud…the only thing in the sky was the moon.
"…Yeah. Maybe."
Starrk sighed. "It's a little like us."
"Like us? Really?"
"Well…we're by ourselves. Lonely. You must understand."
Grimmjow looked away, staring instead out at the desert. Did he understand?
After all, he had his fraccion…but that was different, wasn't it? He couldn't really trust any of them, in the end, not with anything personal. They weren't that close. They were subordinates, allies, nothing more. Hell, it was probably the same for all of the Espada, now that he thought of it. All alone, with the only person they could trust with everything was themselves.
"….Yeah. I think I get what you mean."
They fell silent, and stared up at the moon, two lone arrancar in the same same space.