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"i'm not dead yet"
Dec. 12th, 2024 01:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lastcomfort[ Things have been...calm, in many ways. A strange, wonderful calm. While Orihime never took a calm moment for granted, making sure to keep her skills sharp and ready for what may come, she also has never been someone unable or unwilling appreciate each moment for what it is: a gift.
It could be easy to be melancholy after all they had been through, but Orihime prefers to see the strength in each of her friends--and, now, in herself--that brought them to the other side of conflict. That they can still walk out under the sun and see that Karakura thrives unbeknownst to the horrors it narrowly avoided. Walking home from school is so painfully normal at times, it almost makes her laugh. The endless night of Hueco Mundo feels so very far away sometimes...a dream.
A strange dream.
But one she wouldn't trade for anything, pain included. She looks up to the sky with eyes unburdened, shielding them from the sun before a light cloud cover passes over.
Some call her a dreamer, a "space case", "head in the clouds" or whathaveyou for letting her mind wander as often as it does, but she doesn't mind. Her thoughts can be as free as the wind, flowing easily down the streets as the sight of a single leaf is enough to bring a smile to her face. When she looks around, she can't see a tree that it comes from, so she kneels down in front of it as she holds her school bag to her chest. ]
You've come a long way, haven't you?
[ She reaches out to pick it up, spinning the little stem in her fingers. ]
Are you going on a journey? What's your final destination--
[ Yet, despite the sunny day, she can feel a shift in the air behind her--
--no, above. Her smile, still present, fades a little as the spike in a distinctly Hollow reiatsu manifests nearby. It's still frequent enough in Karakura, but even for usual sightings, this one feels big. ]
It could be easy to be melancholy after all they had been through, but Orihime prefers to see the strength in each of her friends--and, now, in herself--that brought them to the other side of conflict. That they can still walk out under the sun and see that Karakura thrives unbeknownst to the horrors it narrowly avoided. Walking home from school is so painfully normal at times, it almost makes her laugh. The endless night of Hueco Mundo feels so very far away sometimes...a dream.
A strange dream.
But one she wouldn't trade for anything, pain included. She looks up to the sky with eyes unburdened, shielding them from the sun before a light cloud cover passes over.
Some call her a dreamer, a "space case", "head in the clouds" or whathaveyou for letting her mind wander as often as it does, but she doesn't mind. Her thoughts can be as free as the wind, flowing easily down the streets as the sight of a single leaf is enough to bring a smile to her face. When she looks around, she can't see a tree that it comes from, so she kneels down in front of it as she holds her school bag to her chest. ]
You've come a long way, haven't you?
[ She reaches out to pick it up, spinning the little stem in her fingers. ]
Are you going on a journey? What's your final destination--
[ Yet, despite the sunny day, she can feel a shift in the air behind her--
--no, above. Her smile, still present, fades a little as the spike in a distinctly Hollow reiatsu manifests nearby. It's still frequent enough in Karakura, but even for usual sightings, this one feels big. ]
