Curiously Loly's frame is pinned against the nearest inhospitable wall. Orihime's hues was exhibiting fatigue. She was tired of being humiliated, a docile doll upon her hands, used and abused. Her games were letting her tired. "Stop your games." Uttered, this time not demonstrating any fear before her. "I'll no longer be your little bitch anymore." A cursed world she never uttered perhaps. "I deserved to loved as a human. So love me as one and love yourself. Cease hate and your pain." ( Twist!)
She had been about to retaliate. The sudden surge of strength had been unexpected. Being pinned up against the wall, she had been intrigued. and ready to lash back at the human when those impudent words came spilling out. Who did she think she was? Did she think that all that hate was just going to vanish? did she even think she was going to be able to stop Loly?
She was about to reach up and pick her up by her fucking throat when the human delivered those last words. And she suddenly froze. The....context of Orihime pinning her to the wall became different. Became....unfamiliar. She was......she didn’t know what to do. She suddenly felt vulnerable. She had figured that the sexual advances would do the job. To veer away from these things. To try and express a disinterest in the woman beyond the physical. But it seemed that Orihime had interpreted just the opposite.
Love her? What was that supposed to mean? What was she supposed to do with that? Hr heart was pounding, racing, frantic. Suddenly, the hands that kept her pinned to the wall felt so much stronger. She was aware of this....closeness. She was used to sexual closeness. It would have been all too easy to push her thigh up between the woman’s legs, to start taking control. But this was not just lustful proximity.
This was intimacy. Inoue was speaking. To. Her. The deeper her. The Her that was in pain and afraid. And suddenly, she had run out of masks. The Mask of Hatred. The Mask of Lust. All fallen to the floor. The girl Inoue had pinned to the wall....was Loly.
“I.....I don’t know how.....” She whispered, her voice shaky. She had nothing to fall back on. Nothing but her honesty.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. No matter how many times you heal me. No matter how many nice things you say. No matter what.
You won’t find even a shred of love in me. Whatever that’s supposed to be. Not for myself. And certainly not for.......you.” Hatred. Beneath that..... Envy.
“You think you can just....tame me like the others? How fucking unfair.... having to tiptoe all my goddamn life. and you can just....waltz in here.....and be okay.” Her hands balled up into fists.
“You get whatever you fucking want....... and what do I get? Aizen is gone. Menoly is gone. The only thing left I have is you. And you couldn’t even let me keep hating you. You had to take that away somehow too. I miss hating you. and I don’t understand where it went. You should be on the ground fucking BLEEDING right now for talking to me like that. But you’re not and I don’t know why I don’t have it in me to put you there where you belong.”