"How did you do that?" Eyes wide, the vision before her suddenly gone. It had seemed so real just moments before. "Can you do it again? Please?" @inouehs 💕
Phantasmagoria of the imagination, set into motion by what could be called wishful thinking and nothing else, nothing more. If one were to play around with the idea that whatever there was to expect and desire, would come to life no matter what the Lord would do, the miraculous feeling of the situation may have been diminished to nought upon the simplicity of the possible. But it was not that. After all, this was nothing else but a children's game or a book spurred up upon a page filled with pretty little illustrations.
The 'visions' shown by the Shinigami's very hand were meticulously figured out and drawn to perfection - as if using the knowledge settled and nestled deep within someone's aching heart.
It should be easy and even easier to take it all, turn and twist it, make it a horrid amalgamation of excruciating fears to line the inside of one's skull, festering like parasites to make one believe this or that otherwise unexpected sensation. 'Was it my fault that all of this had happened---?' With the finesse of the situation, all would be possible, all could be grasped for. This was, however, just an idea and one he was not quite yet interested in pursuing towards the grandness of an outcome worthy yet to be watched. Or so it seemed. After all, he had already put far more attention and time into this girl than one might want to expect or even assume worthwhile.
That was, of course, a superfluous quip of the mind, at the very best. Nothing would be wasted if even the smallest bit of entertainment and insight could be gained.
Comes in the softest of sounds. Low and hushed that was a stark contrast to Orihime's obvious surprise at something that was child's play. Merely done so to see what would go over and happen if he were to let his imagination run loose for a few breaths taken, boiling it all down towards a situation of grandeur that had bestowed upon her the realisation of a brother long lost. Why would he even know any of that? Was that a question Sōsuke would ever deign or desire to answer?
Wave of his hand came next. Something to stall out the situation at his disposal for as long as he only would want it to, for even with only the simplicity of these two words spoken, many [ if not all of them? ] would know that this constant bother was not a good idea past the desire to see more and more. But she had always been a bit different, so to speak. Had always offered that slightest bit more of an entertaining nuance in the rabble that mortality had to offer.
" Now, now. " Within those seconds elevated that slender hands had wrapped around his wrist. Bold of a movement to proclaim a need already voiced and yet leading to nothing in particular. After all, there had been the desire to brush it off as the little experiment that it was, and yet flourishes beyond the situation to behold. All done with that light little touch. That fine tremble cascaded down her entire body to know that fulfilling something as daring as this could very well become undoing. Had she already realised? That once this charade was done and over with, that ---
--- " Please. " In her whispered little attempt to get the Lord to relent to this peculiar wish, breaking any boundaries that might have been installed before [ that had been raised high like bulwarks? ] just for the seconds it took to assess a situation brought into reality like his illusions would dance and sing and wander around them. There was no reply past what he had offered in nuances of huffed-out amusement, nothing past the permission to hold onto him for however long she would dare to keep a grasp on someone who could grind to dust any of her dreams. Would she feel dread later on, knowing what she requested? Would she find herself thrown into the woes of despair about the here and now when being brought back to her room? When having her thoughts calmed down what would have been preferable even in this situation, and then, remembering her friends?
It mattered barely. She was just a little girl, after all.
Thus even before he could say anything at all, the whimsical solutions and realisations of powers, of knowledge that should not be his to behold, would return in full force beyond the former ghost of a picturesque daydream that hadn't been quite there yet. Merely a test. Experimentation that had led to an outcome of desirable magnitude. Now? It grows stronger and stronger, will paint itself into reality like a masterpiece none other to perceive. Palpable. Tangible. Far too real. All underlined with the way that his mien had yet to move and twist, turn into something readable underlining any ounce of displeasure - for there was none.
No. Nothing of such sort. The curl of a smile upon his visage, etched into grotesque proportions par none other only arrive when Orihime had turned away from him, would still permit for that fine shudder to run through her spine in the neverending chase for something to hold onto, till that anchor unmoving as it had been for the entirety of this duration, had been released and another could be found.
In these colours of bright intensity in an otherwise cold and barren land that held nought of such if not for an artificial sun and crafted sky beholding those beneath it with its grandeur of creation. This, was, after all, nothing else. When watching her lay in the arms of her dearest brother, so real, so clear and undeniably him that could be snatched away with the snap of fingertips the moment he would desire to use something as mindlessly entertaining as this stand-in of dispersion for power. Painting, ever painting even more. Surrounding them soon enough with buildings and memories all brought into this cold land of pure white and molded craftsmanship.
For nothing should last that had been crafted with this level of detail and attention to the thought. And beneath all of that? It was a mere quip of the mind how long to wait and when to take it all away again.