A sight to behold, this healing power of hers. Her golden light splashed color across the barren hallway, a brilliant glimmer in comparison to the eternal night reigning just beyond the white walls surrounding her. There was warmth in how it glowed, a soft surge. Gin let the silence between them linger for a while simply to observe her work in progress. She had many wounds a mere minute ago, distant memories now. Even her uniform, a gown of white gifted via Aizen, revived itself into an untarnished state. Gin had seen her power in Soul Society, and again under the gaze of Ulquiorra… to be this close in person was another story.
He stopped his motions as the girl attempted to reply—-not to acknowledge his teasing questions, which was a shame, but nonetheless Gin’s interest spiked. Her appreciation was oddly placed; a fish thanking the shark when the barracuda swam away from it in fear. The misplaced gratitude earned the tilt of his head and a brief weakening in his smile. How he disliked the ache she provided. Someone as good as her, as pure-hearted, in the same vicinity as himself—-it served as a stinging contrast of intentions. Of course Rangiku liked her.
The traitor was well aware of her scrutinizing stare, he welcomed it.
❝ Been happenin’ for a while, hasn’t it? Could’ve spoken up at aaaany time, really… ❞ He turned again to face her fully. ❝ But you know that’d end with’em gettin’ killed. Why’re you protectin’ the people that hurt ya? No sense lookin’ for the good in everyone, sometimes it jus’ doesn’t exist. ❞
her shield is a comfort. reminds her of her elder’s brother’s embrace - warm and soft. and when it dissipates around her, it leaves her cold. her shun shun rikka have done all they are capable of, there’s no more pain in her midsection or dotted across her arms and legs. the bruises are gone, her ribs have been healed. and she stands more straightly, her breathing calming when she’s able to inhale and exhale with ease.
she drops her eyes from him, away and towards the direction the others had gone. there’s almost a sense of trepidation - whether they come back once he leaves is definitely a worry of hers that shows clear on her features, twisted with a furrowed brow and downturn of her mouth. she can continue to heal what is broken, but it won’t stop them from coming time and time again.
even so, she is frighteningly aware of just how close he is - whether it be a few feet or inches. his near-silent footsteps, the curve of his smile. he’s so . . . unnerving. cold travels down the length of her spine, but then again, she doesn’t think of him as the worse among the group here. orihime is silent at first, her gaze wavers and darts over to him, the words cut through her thoughts like a scalding knife.
❛ . . . i don’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me. ❜ her voice is almost silent, barely used here. a flower that has weathered without the sun’s presence. ❛ it’s not - ❜ and she stops herself there, lips pressed tight for a moment. ❛ i don’t care what they do to me. it makes no difference. ❜
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