Through The Veil Of Envy And Sin [Veralia/Sabriel]

"Devious, huh? Well, that's just the hollow way, isn't it?"

The smaller Arrancar gave Liarel an intrigued raise her right eyebrow as she explained the origins of her hate and love for Sabriel. As she chuckled in amusement at her response, it wasn't a surprise that her attitude would be anything less than sly. They are all creatures of sin and to stand tall in a world of beasts your ego has to have some amount of shiftyness from her point of view.

These thoughts were affirmed further as her curious gaze observed the rows of men and women alike subdued under the miasma of Sabriel's influence. Despite the endless abyss of their hearts filled with sin, the lustful embrace of that woman's presence kept their souls from having a single care in this world. With her attention back on Liarel, she'd take a moment to be quiet, reflect, and close her eyes. The concepts of loneliness, isolation, and desiring to be whole were a constant theme that played over and over again in the lives of many hollows alike.

Placing her hand on the right shoulder of the tall guide, Veralia's eyes opened once more

"Is that what your heart truly wants? Loneliness is a bitch, but make sure it's your conscious decision."

There was a tone of somberness to it as Verlaia continued; taking parting glances at the people around them in the distance that were still in their addicted gaze of Sabriel's essence.

"I dig her vibe, sure. But what sets me apart from this lot is I've learned to thrive in my own company. I choose to seek her out 'cause I want to, not 'cause I need her magic to numb me even if it does feel wonderful."

Turning her gaze back to Liarel, a smile softened her features, a gesture of camaraderie and understanding.

"Get what I'm saying?"

Veralia'swords were edged with a sense of forthrightness; as her question sought not just to convey her own sense of independence but to bridge the gap between them, to connect on the fundamental level of choice and self-awareness that separated mere existence from true living.

Chuckling, Veralia's pointed ears twitched for a moment as she mused over what the guide said. If what she said was to be believed, it made all the more sense why they got along. It is easy to find an endless supply of yes-men in a world where power, influence, and strength are king. To find another willing to cut through the bullshit and meet you halfway is a rarity as rich as gold.

"Aye. I've got the freedom to be blunt and truthful when I feel like it. Guess that's why I'd see the value of having folks around who won' feed you bullshit"

Voice lax as can be, Veralia's eyes darted to the chest of Lirael. She lightly touched the spot over her heart with her right index finger, signaling a deeper, non-hostile intent before continuing to talk.

"I've come across worse scenes, but be sure to keep that heart of yours strong. Seems like Sabriel could use more people in her life who aren't mindless sex addicts."

Pointing her finger away, Veralia then waved her hand as she went toward the large building; walking without much care as her blood gaze turned around to Lirael.

"Thanks for the chat and the tour. I learned more than I expected coming here. Cheers.

With the soft rip of static trailing in her wake, Veralia vanished into the building using sonido, her presence marked by the sudden disturbance in the air. Prepared to find Sabriel in whatever state she may be, Veralia hoped she would have at least expected her arrival by this point with her energy poking and prodding into her kingdom.

Veralia glanced at the other smaller arrancar that started to walk away. She assumed her entrance more than likely intruded upon their meeting given the other's darkened blush. So, a casual wave of her right hand was given to the other girl as her blood gaze shifted back to Sabriel.

"You always keep good company it seems."

Chuckling, she put her hands back in her pockets before walking over to Sabriel and taking a hard drop on the cushions alongside the taller Arrancar. Moving one leg over the other, Veralia's body relaxed as she continued speaking.

"Guess you can say we had a great conversation and tour of the kingdom. Learned more than I figured from here, so she's good people to have around."

Her voice carried a note of genuine appreciation for the insights gained from her encounter. Closing her eyes briefly, a contented smile played on her lips. It appeared as if she was momentarily contemplating something. Opening her eyes, she addressed Sabriel with a more pointed observation

"And from the looks of things, you look like you could use the company of a true ally, huh?"

The question was posed lightly as she waited and observed Sabriel's reaction.

Rubbing her chin, Veralia observed Sabriel and could tell how many would be content with just googling her like some sort of sex object. But such sentiments were dull in the mind of the envious Arrancar. Like sinful beings in this realm, carnal thoughts of lust come with being a flesh and blood creature; yet if that's the only thing, things grow painfully dull.

Keeping that sentiment in mind is what caused Veralia to chuckle once again as Sabriel expressed her thoughts about their encounter in the forest. She closed her eyes, having a moment of silence to gather her thoughts before she turned her blood gaze back to her friend.

"Yeah, from the journey over here, most people were drunk off their ass on your scent. Sure, your beautiful and everything, but to me it means less if your so drunk on lust you can't even see the person in front of you."

Her words cut through the superficial, highlighting a desire to recognize and connect with the individual behind the allure. With a playful bop on Sabriel's nose, Veralia's laughter lightened the atmosphere further.

"And, I've got to be honest, I'm a bit green over the empire you've built here. It's impressive. But, meeting you, that envy kind of faded to the background. I actually enjoyed our time, and I'm keen on dropping by more often and becoming a frequent face around here."

Veralia had a low, laugh come from her as Sabriel placed her hand against her cheek. In return, she rubbed her hand as if enjoying the physical gesture while listening to her speak.

"Knowing you? Not calling ahead of time is a foregone conclusion. No sense in triggering my envy."

Teasing, yet truthful, she continued to unwind and speak her mind. Eventually, a more contemplative expression came when she mentioned the notion of having her own plot of Hueco Mundo. Of course, she had a small gathering of Arrancar and hollow that followed her lead, as with any creature of this realm that gains a modicum of power. But the thought of expanding her reach was something that got the noggin rolling.

"Hmm, that might not be a bad idea."

Her hand instinctively moved to her chin in contemplation. The thought of extending her territory, of carving out a larger niche in the harsh landscape of Hueco Mundo, was enticing.

"How'd you go about starting all this anyway? Perhaps some consulting is in order, ha."