Raver and Cracker |childofthemarker|

He spotted her dancing from his position and stopped a moment to simply stare. Her movements caught his eye, the fluid way she danced immediately sticking in his mind. Whoever she was, she could dance well enough that even those around her were giving her looks and moving closer before darting away. It had been too long since someone that could match the fluidity of his motions came around.

His own movements eased slowly into dancing, mimicking her with more ease than most would expect from a male. Eyes turned his way and the grin that spread across his face was as natural as breathing.

Violets darted to her left, widening before a smile curled her lips upwards under the mask. Each move, each flick of the wrist and kick was parroted in movement by he male just across the way, dozens of pairs of eyes on them. It was almost fascinating- as if they had rehearsed this, when in reality- they were complete strangers. 

Once the song was over, everyone around them seemed to be in awe. How nimble bodies moved so fluidly was astounding. And to see two very attractive people dancing that way, it was rare. Crowds disbanded, and Ella had taken her chance now- carefully, she pranced to him, vivid irises kept from his figure as she spoke.

When Ulquiorra felt her arms rise and move around his neck, he lowered his hand to securely wrap both his arms around her waist, but was also careful of her dear stomach. When she pressed to him, he felt that slight bulge, and something—he wasn’t sure what—panged within him, and there was an even stronger desire to protect her and keep her as his own. He hid his face in the crook of her neck. “Do you wish for me to go now, Onna?”

Her head was shaken against his shoulder before a light sigh slipped through. No- of course she did not want him to leave. But, he had to. And she knew that. The longer she forced her child to wait, the worse his condition could become. And that was the last thing ella wanted for him. fingers would curl into his skin, sadden orbs peering to her mate. "...I don't...want you to go...but he's more important than me right now..."

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Watching her carefully, her absorbed her words. His son was sick? How was that even possible? Marianna was a wonderful mother. Such carelessness shouldn’t ever have been administrated, but of course, he did not blame her either. She was with another of his children. Ulquiorra’s other hand rose and he gently caressed her cheek. “What is his condition…?”

"I...I don't know.. He's got a terrible fever and he can't keep anything down...I'm...worried he might be at that age where he NEEDS human flesh as food.." She mused softly, pulling away from her pallid mate some. "I just...I don't know how to feed him that... Things aren't how they were when I was a child, Ulquiorra.."

  "Vixyn…" Ulquiorra paused a moment, his eyes softening a slight degree as he lowered his head and looked down at his woman with her arms around him. This would cause him to lift a single hand from the seclusion of his hakama and rest it on the lower of her back, pulling her closer so that their fronts were soon melded together comfortably. A thoughtful hum could be heard and he let his eyes fall closed, head lowering further so that it hung beside her own, lips brushing against her shoulder and neck occasionally. "What of my son, then?"

Hands came to rest on his chest, violet orbs falling. DShe did not wish to explain the exact details of is status, but found herself unable to lie to this man."...He's just...very sick..." She muttered softly, fingers curling into the threads of his uniform. "I've tried everything... I don't know what's wrong with him..."'

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childofthemarker:

"I’m aware…." Ulquiorra took a single step closer, then paused. How was she doing really though? He’d been away for long again, but she wasn’t acting as she normally would when he’d return and find her. What of their child?

She had noted he moved closer, and she too closed the space between them, shaky arms wrapped around him tightly, her muzzle buried in his shoulder. "...I missed you.. She missed you too... We just..kind of have been resting and taking care of Vixyn."

"Replaced, you say?"

"...His new children, Ulquiorra.. Not you.. I...would hope you would never replace me.."