Deep Dive into Strange Waters [Manasa, Priscilla]

Never. That was a word Priscilla was certainly familiar with, but had found it to be more misused than any other. Images flashed through her mind of ghosts of her past, their intertwined histories ones of love and tragedy. "We'll never lose each other, Priscilla." But they were gone. And here was Priscilla. Never? What happened to that? Weren't they supposed to be together, forever? For decades she had wondered why they left her, alone, in that cold desert. But she wasn't the one abandoned. It was her who walked away from their shredded, bloodied bodies.

Unexpectedly, Manasa leaned in and met Priscilla's lips with her own. Only for a second. But that second was long enough to leave a lingering taste, one Priscilla couldn't say she minded. Despite her naivety for how things work here in the Living World, she was no child. She understood well enough. As the other woman pulled back, Priscilla felt herself leaning forward slightly. Hoping to extend their contact. Manasa was...enticing. Like the first sip of a burning drink. Sure, at first it might go down rough, but then you find yourself wanting more.

That single act from Manasa washed away the dread that usually invaded and lingered within Priscilla's mind and body when she felt close to someone. That dread, born out of fear of losing those she cares for, of destroying the peace she finds wiith others, is what made her the Arrancar of Regret in the first place. But Manasa was offering a life free of it, and of regret, and after a single night of knowing her Priscilla was willing to accept.

Priscilla leaned forward and wrapped her arms Manasa, pulling her body into her own. She pressed herself into her, her head resting upon the woman's shoulder as she shut her glistening eyes. Manasa was warm, and soft and inviting. She accepted the chalice offered to her; Priscilla was through with loneliness. Through with cold, abrasive sand and eternal night. Here, maybe she could finally break the cycle that haunted her through the last hundred years.

"It's better to bloom together, Manasa. Always better together."

Again? Longer then it was. Manasa was an overflowing cup that never ran dry and so the forwardness of Priscilla was rewarded and that craving for comfort would be satiated by the one that could only be called a succubus that filled the mind with pleasant dreams for its own nourishment. Her grip didn't go away, if her touch was that security then Manasa would never let go of her prey once her vines had ensnared it.

They just moved up her sides, crawling up the contours of Priscilla and never leaving it until she cupped her cheeks. She held the other arrancar there to look into her mismatched gaze so that the other woman understood; she was her comfort, she was her drug, and she was all she needed in her world to be content.

"Together? You're the first who wants to reciprocate, I like that, so I want you to drink deep and as much as you want today."

She invited her to drown herself in the medicine of another's comfort; to indulge herself so much that she forgot the idea of moderation and she lived in Priscilla's mind perpetually. Everything that was good for you was a potent poison in too great a quantity.

Another giggle escaped Priscilla's lips, a result of Manasa's finger tips traveling up her sides. They didn't stop there though, eventually her cheeks were held gently by the other woman, seemingly in an act meant to comfort her. Whether Manasa's intentions were wholly above board or not was irrelevant to Priscilla, all that mattered was her actions. And here, today, she had provided fun and alleviation. What more could she ask for?

The first? Nobody else has wanted Manasa to feel good too? Priscilla wondered to herself how that could be. Manasa is so lovely! She accepted her with open arms almost instantly, and helped her acclimate to the Living Realm's strange customs. It wasn't right to her that people only cared about themselves. "Of course together, silly. What's more fun than fun that can be shared?"

If Manasa was offering, Priscilla would indulge. A century of loneliness had brought her here, and anything to make her forget those darker times would be welcomed gladly by the redhead Arrancar. "You should be careful with offers like that Manasa! There's no such thing as too much fun, I might end up "drinking" more than is even in that ocean outside." said Priscilla, a sly grin plastered on her face as she challenged the other Arrancar.

Drink as much as the ocean? Did she want an overdose? She must. Priscilla must want to live her live in a dreamy daze like she did where the monochrome realities of life where stained in highs and drunkenness. A never-ending kick of endorphins in her system.

But this was a challenge.

Priscilla believed she could survive that ecstasy, she wanted it without considering the consequences so Manasa pushed her head over heels until the cold floor could greet them and she could turn them into a wildflower where the entwined arrancar lost their individuality among the chaos.