Characters: Nnoitra, Neliel
Summary: They build their own gallows.
Pairings: NnoiNel
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for Hueco Mundo arc
Timeline: pre-Hueco Mundo arc
Author's Note: I feel the need to note that the italicized quotes in parentheses are from The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats, as is the ending quote. Wonderful poem; I suggest you read it if you haven't.
Disclaimer: I own neither Bleach nor The Second Coming by William Butler Yeats.
Like swinging from a hollow gibbet this will be the death of them some day; both know it yet still slide their feet through the steps, one hollow, the other all too passionate (The best lack all conviction, while the worst are full of passionate intensity).
A shiver runs through Neliel when she realizes what the gleam in Nnoitra's eye, that blood-drenched sparkle. Lust for the body and lust for blood combine, augment each other, become indistinguishable. He wants to own her, bleed her dry, kill her, devour her flesh (Surely some revelation is at hand).
There is no safety to be found in this white castle as they both work unwittingly on their gallows, but Neliel is confident in her abilities to hold him at bay. Her arrogance will be her downfall later.
Nnoitra is different. Nnoitra is animal hunger, berserker bloodthirstiness and carnal lust wrapped into a being of flesh and steel skin. She has come forth, troubled his sight, threatened him, his own power, and aroused all of those things in him that war for dominance (Things fall apart; the center can not hold).
He hates her, desires her, hunger for her, wants to see her blood stain his zanpakuto. Neliel is willowy and slender and offensively strong, desirable and abhorrent for being so.
She threatens him (Turning and turning in the widening gyre).
And what threatens Nnoitra must be destroyed (The blood-dimmed tide is loosed).
He will have her, or simply kill her.
They will both die anyway, Nnoitra supposes, with their hands wrapped around each other's throats. Creatures of desire and violence and hunger to the last.
This is how they will all fall, monstrous, sentient hungers, as the scaffold is completed and their battles take them nearer to twin nooses.
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And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?