I...I wasn't going to assume it was a bug. ...But now I have some doubts.

...? You do?

...You can stop talking, now.

ㅤulquiorra smells good, but i do not think it's lust, i think it is ... moss. i think he smells like moss, sometimes. but in a loving way.

...? We will discuss it later, then.

Ask what...lust smells like? Why?

._. ❓️

( 🥰) ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤhow i love him so ...

. . . Yes dear.

Nonsense, you are who is undeserved. I have done none to be worthy.

Hm... I do... And I would lay the earth to ruin for you, My Heart...

How...hauntingly wonderful...

He caresses her head, pale fingers threading through dark hair. "...Perhaps, yes. We can never be too sure as to how others will react to our actions. ...What would you have done differently?"

No, getting her to eat much of anything has been slow-going. ...Home. This is simply our home.

"...I am... sorry for your loss." He isn't sure what to say, but it does make sense why Grimmjow was so avoidant the last time he tried to speak with him. "Give him time. It may be a long time, before you can even discuss matters with him, but time all the same may be the only option you have..."

...Do as you please, this time. I am sure she will appreciate anything that helps take her mind off of things.

.........I see.

He almost lets it go, in favor of comfort, but she seems unwell, and... "This stress is no good for you nor the babies. Speak with me, Celeste."

"Bestie"...? She is...unwell. Guilt eats at her already exhausted body. Even Asteria has noticed her wilting... What was she saying?

Thick brow furrows, perplexed. "He...? Who hates you...?"

You are not crazy, nor too much, Celeste. Hm... I think, it is just fine to explain why you do not eat something or other, but... to want others to change their diets too, if they don't see things as you do, is a fruitless effort.

You are not fat, you are pregnant. Hormones and sensitivity are to be expected. Is there...anything I can do to make you feel less...awful?

『 バズビー 』 ℋ. ▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃▃ ̶𝒃̶𝒂̶𝒛̶𝒛̶𝒂̶𝒓̶𝒅̶ ̶𝒃̶𝒍̶𝒂̶𝒄̶𝒌̶ ̶ ✻ “ 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵.ᐣ ”

[Walking in, he steps towards her.] ...What happened?

Celeste...?

I do not think I have ever heard a Shinigami have good taste in the aesthetics of others.

I will find some, to place beneath her while she hangs, then. [Head tilting, Ulquiorra moves to pet her hair.] Hm... are male births more difficult on harpies?

Hmm... Where does she enjoy hanging from most? Perhaps we can invest in, what are they called... bean chairs? Something large and cushioned to catch her should she fall. I will watch her closely, as well. [He looks down at her stomach.] ...How are you feeling?

[A soft hum in his throat, arms moving to wrap loose around her waist.] Oh? Is there something wrong with her tail hanging?

[CAREFULLY CATCHING HER.]

I am awake.

Oh? He is not very intelligent, is he?

Whose baby is that Shinigami insulting...?

A... hagharpy? Hm... is it in your DNA, or is it a result of the society and childrearing of those around you?

...Alright... [He might be squinting, a little. He can't help but be curious.]

Mm... I am sure you could have found happiness, in my absence. You have always been capable. I am simply glad you have found it with me. Hates you? Why would he feel so strongly and negatively towards his own mother?

Hm... are you sure?

Asking me to...what?

[His head tilts into her touch, eyes slowly falling shut.] Hm... perhaps happy and well, but less pregnant?

[He looks back down at her, staring into her eyes... he could get lost in them.] ...A warm yellow. Bright. Kind. Or perhaps something sweet, like a soft, rosy pink.

[His arms in turn hold her close.] I am not nearly good enough, I think. ...How may I give you a different color, then, and take away your blues...?

Biased? Me? No, you are beautiful, Celeste, both pregnant and not... it is simply a fact

But you look amazing, My Heart...

. . .

I see... Why were you told you were wrong?

Hm...? Well, no... I don't get angry if people see your chest. You don't usually wear clothes regardless, so your chest is easy to see. I become upset when others look at you lecherously.