When Desire and Desperation Meet (Verdada, Sabriel)

A chuckle escaped the witch at that point, a smile rivalling the other woman crossing her features. Was she playing hard to get or did this Arrancar simply have no interest in her? An interesting question and either way, Sabriel was not going to simply step back so soon. She had a reputation to maintain after all although maybe that was not entirely a compliment when it came to her.

“So you sleep on the roof, do you, or is that perhaps that you prefer staying in the rooms of others?” She teased in response, amused by the odd answer that she had been given to her previous question.

After a moment, she added. “Name is Sabriel, by the way, I believe we skipped introductions at the start.”

“Oh? Is that what you want to happen between us?” Sabriel asked, her eyebrow raising at the directness of her fellow Arrancar, teasing the other woman. “I was simply asking for your room number so that we could share a drink, anything further is simply your imagination running rampant.”

Nodding her head as Verdada introduced herself, Sabriel would reply with a smile. “A pleasure, Verdada, quite the exotic name you have.”

Her chuckle would become an outright laugh as Verdada questioned her further. “The cities of this country are not much to look at and neither are the people for the most part. Despite what you may think of me, I do not simply wish to make love to everyone with a pulse. Desire is my aspect and only those who are able to arouse that in me are deserving of my affection. As I said before, books are what I seek primarily or at least something to attract my interest.”

“Humans are such a bizarre race. I will bear that in mind.” The Arrancar answered with a laugh, willing to play the ignorance card this time around when it was offered to her. More often than not, there was not a whole lot of foreplay at all when it came to Sabriel, at least not the type that humans would call courting. One would only need to ask her second in command to discover that but as it was, the Arrancar was willing to slow down if it meant blending in with the humans.

Curious about the other woman and amused by her rather captivating personality, Sabriel folded her arms across her chest and asked. “So what is your wheelhouse exactly? You have learned a fair bit about mine but I have yet to hear much about yours. Besides exterminating Hollows for money, what else do you take an interest in?”

The dark haired Arrancar did not move an inch as Verdada leaned in towards her, listening keenly to every word that was uttered. From what she was hearing, the two Arrancar were not all that different and a smile crossed Sabriel’s face. She was prone to being possessive when it came to her favourites or perhaps obsessive would be the right term. Her little band of Hollows had all been acquired due to the simple fact that they had taken her fancy. Was she picky? Yes, in a way, there had to be a hook in order for her to get her claws into them, whether it be appearance, powers or simply what they could do for her.

“I confess that your way of handling things is rather intriguing and while I generally prefer a less violent and more sensual way of handling my problems, I admit that a bit of destruction now and again sounds enjoyable. No wonder you enjoy fulfilling these contracts that the humans put out. I cannot lie, I feel the same sense of protectiveness of a select few individuals myself and I can understand your motherly instincts. That being said, I do rather enjoy claiming those who belong to someone else or try to resist me and sometimes confrontation is unavoidable because of that. No is not a word that I take too kindly to and should my desire turn carnal then I can become quite the tiger.”

The two were awfully close, enough that if Sabriel desired, she could probably wrap her arm around the other Arrancar’s waist right then and there. The temptation was there, as it had been since the start but for now, she was amused by the situation. There was tension in the air but as usual, the dark haired woman assumed that it was sexual rather than anything else.

“Promises, promises.” Sabriel replied, unshaken by Verdada’s threat, her tone turning slightly wicked. “Before you start making threats at others, perhaps you should take a moment to consider whether you have the strength to actually follow through with them. You do not have the slightest idea of what I am capable of and should consider yourself fortunate that I am in a good mood, otherwise I might just tie you to the town square in naught but your skin, after I have had my way with you. Humiliation might just be the perfect tonic for that unpleasant attitude of yours.”

Imagining the scenario with a smile, Sabriel would look away from Verdada and start walking off. “As far as this realm goes, I care not for turf and where I decide to visit and have my fun is my business. Besides, I have further business here. You mentioned an Arrancar tavern, yes? Perhaps I can find a more entertaining partner for the day there.”