Cнryѕαlιѕ Hypɴoѕιѕ

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.

❛ sure, it stings a little. but nothing to worry over.  ❜  she doesn’t understand him these days. it’s like he’s here, but his physical and mental presence have somehow traveled a distance from her. he cared, in his own way, she muses, but could she believe it? the facade was so well placed that sometimes she realized it was just a mask. but one so intricately placed, the ginger often forgot what he’d been like in rukongai. they were different now, older. shoulders shrug, rummaging through her personal first aid box and pulling out some bandages.  ❛ you’re usually not lingering around here, gin. is something wrong? ❜  

salve was gently rubbed on each cut, then she began the process of wrapping her fingers then forearms. something she’s used to ; though eventually she’ll go see isane or izuru so there would be no scarring. but until then, this will do. after she’s done, items are placed back into makeshift first aid box and closed.  ❛  if you have some time, i can make tea. and you can tell me why i haven’t seen you lately?  ❜  hopeful, yet no entirely.