sketch challenge day 21~ And look, terrible lineart and lazy coloring everywhere! Woo!
This is now officially the prequal to this- [link]
Anyway, :devdragonfthesand: and I have been doing some story planning :0 So... yeah lol
OKAY AS an explanation for what's happening... Layla and Sauria were friends with benefits, Grimm is Sauria's boyfriend that they aren't exactly on the best terms or official all the time. Layla ends up falling for Ria, doesn't know how to handle it and knows Sauria wants a family, whereas Layla doesn't really see herself having or being able to handle kids. So when Sauria starts getting closer to her (because she starts to fall for Layla too) Layla suddenly starts pushing her away and being kind of cold in an effort to push her back to Grimmjow or another guy that can give her a family (Layla didn't particularly like the way Grimm treated her). So yeah, she succeeds and a very hurt and confused Sauria does go back to Grimm, and doesn't speak to Layla for like four months.
Buut she admits how she felt about Layla to Grimmjow, and how she still feels that way and Grimm's like 'ah hell nah you're my mate' and goes into a jealous, need to claim my territory rage which he thinks is 100% justified. So the next time he and Sauria visit Soul Society, he seeks out Layla and yells at her for A) treating Sauria like shit and B) Still having some 'claim' over Sauria. SO he claims if he beats her in a fight he'll have dominance, and Layla's just like 'dafuq is your problem' and doesn't understand why this is happening because she really doesn't know much about arrancar, or Grimmjow specifically besides what Sauria told her.
Then cue the story~ lol
I wrote a thing to go with it, and probably wrote Grimmjow horribly XD
~~"I told you I don't want to pight!" Layla screamed at the former espada, fending off another strike. The blue-haired male just sneered at her, licking some of the blood off his lip.
"I don't give a fuck whether you want to or not. I'm here ta put you in your fucking place woman, so you might as well get over it!" He lunged again, and Layla bent backwards to dodge, recovering in time to block yet another fast strike from his blade. There was blood in her eye and she was
So not down for any of this.
There was no point in trying to get out of the fight at this point; Grimmjow was dead-set on asserting his 'dominance', no matter how many times Layla told him she was no threat.
She winced as another hard blow rang against her blade, and she shoved him off to gain distance and compose herself. SHe had spent twenty minutes trying to avoid fighting him at all as he charged her, swung at her, and tried to force her into combat, and Layla was already exhausted. She gripped her blades tightly and brought them to bear another flurry of blows meant for her, trying one last time.
"I don't want to-"
"You think I give a shit? I'm here to claim what's mine, and that means I'll be cutting you down..."
Layla glared at him, a spark of irrational anger heating her gaze as she felt her last nerve snap. "She's not a pucking possession you piece ob shit animal!!" She screamed, and slammed her foot into his chest, sending him sliding back on his heels.
Grimmjow smirked and cocked his head. "Finally fucking into it you worthless shinigami?" He growled, and shoved against her. "Good cause I ain't stopping until one of us is eating dirt." He reared back again, and Layla prepared for the swing when-
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING??" Layla's eyes widened, and she whipped her gaze around to see Sauria sprinting for them.
"Sa-" Was all she got out before the forgotten attack found its mark, piercing her just under her sternum and sliding through until the strange, s-shaped handguard was pressed against her skin.
Grimmjow smirked and let go of the blade, letting Layla drop in front of him.
"That's what you get for messing around with my woman..." He growled at her, and looked up, not exactly expecting the hatred that filled Sauria's eyes. Anger maybe, but...
"How could you." She seethed, shoving him away.
:Hold the fuck on..." He growled, moving to step toward her and hesitating when he felt her unleash her spiritual pressure.
"I told you. I told you to leave it alone..." Her voice was low, dangerous. "Everything was fine, and then you... You arrogant bastard."
He sneered at her. "Thought you liked being dominated. This is it, woman. This is what you get with me. Someone gets in the way of what I want, I blast 'em into next year. You were still focused on this bitch, so-"
"Get of of my sight, Grimmjow." She had already dropped to her knees next to the barely-conscious redhead, her hand hovering over the blade impaled in her.
"You're fucking..." He clenched his fists, holding back the desire to kill the captain right now and end it. But he couldn't do a thing without Sauria intervening, and he had no desire to hurt her. Fuck her brains out, dominate her for what she was putting him through, but not just hurt her. She was his mate.
His! Not that slutty redhead's. "You're fucking serious."
She didn't answer, still worrying over Layla. He could just kill her... but...
"Give me my fucking sword back. I'm done with you fucking shinigami...."