OPEN RP | Muse: Orihime
There had been nothing but fear clouding her thoughts, and all judgement was practically impaired by this very irrational emotion. She couldn’t help it, and by being their prisoner it only heightened that intensity of terror. Orihime was alone, and there was no one here to help console her of her worries. No one to tell her that her friends were fine, or that she’d live past a few more days. It was going to drive her insane, and she knew that if she didn’t have some contact - other than the few servants that’d come by to give her fresh clothes… or the occasional emotionless Espada… Orihime was going to shatter into a million pieces by the end of all this.
I need to be strong. If not for my friends, but for myself… Otherwise, I won’t be the same friend they knew. Yet, even now she knew she was slipping, and Orihime wasn’t sure if it was because of the grey and black colors that constantly were around… or if she was truly losing herself.









