#houndedpriestess

Nel squealed in delight -- high pitched shriek dissolving into fits of bubbly laughter as Orihime spun her around once, twice, and then brought her close.

Despite hearing all the tall tales about the ryoka who single handedly shattered the barriers and power structures of the Soul Society, Hisana had yet to actually encounter one face to face. The injuries inflicted upon her husband spoke volumes about their power and their tenacity, but Hisana already made up her mind about that young orange haired boy and his battles with Byakuya. Enough had been said about him, but what interested Hisana was what had been said about the young ryoka girl. The reports seemed to indicate that she was the only noncombatant of their group but by no means weak, she could heal injuries that otherwise seemed to be fatal and rather hilariously, several members of the 11th Squad even took to describing her as an angel who stood upon the shoulders of Captain Zaraki bringing about their impending doom.

Hisana knows that there is always some truth to be found in idle gossip, but the description of a goddess of healing and destruction doesn’t exactly match the picture of the nervous teenage girl who stands before her. Even so, she intrigues Hisana, not just because her abilities are especially fascinating, but rather the dedication and kindness she has shown for all those who cross her path. That sort of behaviour deserves some positive recognition at the very least.

“Hold on! Not so fast--!”

orihime, with a gun: h

Through painstaking lengths and a few sleepless nights (a combination of nerves and last minute touches), eventually the creation reached a point he could be somewhat proud of. Ishida had insisted on touching it up, but in the end relented to Ichigo’s own stubbornness. He wanted this to be from just him. Not a shared gift, not a group effort. There was so much he wished he could give her.. this was barely just a surface gesture.

Toying nervously with the package, another cautionary glance at the ribbon tying it all together, the only thing he’d allowed Yuzu to aid him with (it didn’t count if it was just the wrapping, right?), gaze traveled down to the bag of ingredients in his hand. Swallowing hard, he knocked on the door.

“Excellent suggestion, Princesa~!” Though maybe they’d go with The Beetles.