<sub>like any nocturnal creature finding solace in the somber surroundings of the night,
the espada found himself pacing along cobblestones every dusk.
the faint gleam of moonlight reflected off porcelain skin,
a strong contrast of raven locks and thread linings clashed amongst his solid white uniform.
hardly ever did he encounter anyone else contemplating their existence at unknown hours of the evening,
but he assumed eventually he’d come across another poor soul traveling aimlessly with no particular destination.
                                  and tonight, as predicted, he wasn’t alone.

his monotonous voice seemed to have a tinge of concern laced somewhere in it, for once.
it isn’t in the cuatro’s nature to even acknowledge anyone who seemed troubled,
but he always found himself ever-so empathetic at the latest hours of night.



❝ something’s not well in your mind ——
                                                  or your life, is it?
normally i’d find myself simply avoiding
any signs of life during my ❛ alone time ❜ ,
but you seem a bit more dismal than even i.

i’m not known for aiding anyone in their ❛ time of need ❜,
though i find i’m far easier to communicate with
than any other about situtations such as this.
so if need be. .i could be of assistance. ❞</sub>