Orihime - Drabble - Sickness WIP
Catalyst: Night of Sevens
She is not quite sure what binds her here. Perhaps it is the tangle of emotion; each a thread that winds its way in knots around her body. She struggles in this darkness - with white dresses and false tears. She dreams of leaving; she wants to leave. But she cannot. Even though she holds more power than any of them know, she cannot bring herself to leave this prison.
She wonders when exactly Kurosaki-kun's face began to lose its effervescent appeal. That thinking of his face and bold words failed to bring color to her cheeks. Perhaps her blush - perhaps all modesty - has left in this place, slowly leeched away from her just as so many other things have.
But she has not lost faith in her friends. He mocks her for it.
"Your friends will not come. And if they do, I shall kill them."
But all she does is smile at his words and softly replies in a voice worn away by the rough walls of this prison:
"You would try. But I think you would not succeed."
She smiles, and in the final darkness that recedes, his hand reaches for her, and she guides it to her heart.
She searches for his eyes, almost hidden as they stare at his hand on her chest again. She closes her eyes and whispers.
"Can you see, now?"
He is silent, and she has faith in the reply he will give her.
His fingers cover her heart.
"Yes," he says.
She smiles, and wishes they could stay like this forever.
Such happiness eludes them though, and when the sun begins to peek over the horizon, he disappears in a swirl of dust, and her dress is once more coarse cotton.
She regrets the name given to her, and she regrets she cannot make him stay; but--
She is Inoue Orihime and she will not break because of this, and neither will he.
She watches the sun rise, and that is enough to give her hope to wait for another night with seven stars shining over them.
She is not quite sure what binds her here. Perhaps it is the tangle of emotion; each a thread that winds its way in knots around her body. She struggles in this darkness - with white dresses and false tears. She dreams of leaving; she wants to leave. But she cannot. Even though she holds more power than any of them know, she cannot bring herself to leave this prison.
She wonders when exactly Kurosaki-kun's face began to lose its effervescent appeal. That thinking of his face and bold words failed to bring color to her cheeks. Perhaps her blush - perhaps all modesty - has left in this place, slowly leeched away from her just as so many other things have.
But she has not lost faith in her friends. He mocks her for it.
"Your friends will not come. And if they do, I shall kill them."
But all she does is smile at his words and softly replies in a voice worn away by the rough walls of this prison:
"You would try. But I think you would not succeed."
She smiles, and in the final darkness that recedes, his hand reaches for her, and she guides it to her heart.
She searches for his eyes, almost hidden as they stare at his hand on her chest again. She closes her eyes and whispers.
"Can you see, now?"
He is silent, and she has faith in the reply he will give her.
His fingers cover her heart.
"Yes," he says.
She smiles, and wishes they could stay like this forever.
Such happiness eludes them though, and when the sun begins to peek over the horizon, he disappears in a swirl of dust, and her dress is once more coarse cotton.
She regrets the name given to her, and she regrets she cannot make him stay; but--
She is Inoue Orihime and she will not break because of this, and neither will he.
She watches the sun rise, and that is enough to give her hope to wait for another night with seven stars shining over them.