The halls of Las Noches were never very well-lit. In fact, the place probably would’ve been rather dank and dark if not for the many large windows scattered throughout. Each was tall and wide enough to let in a satisfactory blade of silvery moonlight enter the outer passages of the massive fortress. A Beautiful setting for the artistic types and for those who could ignore the nightmarish creatures the wandered the desert expanse beyond the walls.
It was in a deserted corridor of Las Noches’ main wing that Halibel had decided to settle for the evening. She’d practically sprawled herself out along the length of a lounge chair, her long legs crossed and resting casually over one curved arm of the seat, her upper back propped up against the other arm of the chair and supported by a pair of onyx pillows.
She’d drawn her zanpakuto, the entire metallic length of it, and now with the hilt in one hand and a soft square of cloth in the other she was polishing it. As with every arrancar, her zanpakutou was the most precious possession she owned, and Halibel cared for it with more tenderness and affection than she’d ever bothered bestowing upon an actual person except for a few others, including her fraccion. Normally she’d have done such a task in her own quarters, within her territory, but it was bright there, what with the artificial sun hanging high above for her so-called 'master' to see all within his domain, and frankly she preferred the way the blade of her zanpakuto glinted under the light of the Hueco Mundo moon.
With very little to do until called upon, she was content to sit this way and enjoy what little peace there was in a place like this. Very content indeed.
It was in a deserted corridor of Las Noches’ main wing that Halibel had decided to settle for the evening. She’d practically sprawled herself out along the length of a lounge chair, her long legs crossed and resting casually over one curved arm of the seat, her upper back propped up against the other arm of the chair and supported by a pair of onyx pillows.
She’d drawn her zanpakuto, the entire metallic length of it, and now with the hilt in one hand and a soft square of cloth in the other she was polishing it. As with every arrancar, her zanpakutou was the most precious possession she owned, and Halibel cared for it with more tenderness and affection than she’d ever bothered bestowing upon an actual person except for a few others, including her fraccion. Normally she’d have done such a task in her own quarters, within her territory, but it was bright there, what with the artificial sun hanging high above for her so-called 'master' to see all within his domain, and frankly she preferred the way the blade of her zanpakuto glinted under the light of the Hueco Mundo moon.
With very little to do until called upon, she was content to sit this way and enjoy what little peace there was in a place like this. Very content indeed.
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