In Which April Sucks at Metaphors~
Title: Idolization of a Bird
For:
calmingeffects
Pairings/Characters: Grimmjow, Orihime
Theme/Prompt: moonlit skin
Word Count: 409
Summary: Grimmjow doesn’t know what makes her tick, he can’t begin to comprehend it, but pride wouldn’t let him leave her locked away - not when he could do something about it.
Author Notes: My metaphors suck, I know. As do my titles. I wrote the first thing that came to mind, though, when I thought of these two characters and this is what you get. No matter what, I hope you still like it~ And I hope it equals out to that amazing Stark fic you wrote me!
She was a caged bird. A beautiful, rare caged bird that could only be kept behind bars should she be kept at all. Her will and determination was strong, Grimmjow would give her that. Even being in Hueco Mundo as long as she had, she hadn’t forgotten what was important to her.
From Ulquiorra, he had learned a lot about her, and she intrigued him. The woman had restored his arm back to normal, it would have been impossible for him not to be a little intrigued. Her powers, whatever they were, had restored him to his former glory. That alone had earned a small fragment of his admiration. He kept that admiration a secret, though, burying it and never letting it show in plain sight. But since it was still there, even if he refused to acknowledge it, he figured the least he could do was free the bird from her cage. He could save her from the harsh master that had locked her away.
He had arrived just in time to stop two jealous Arrancar from taking care of a threat they had foreseen. And she was a threat; a threat to all of Aizen’s other pets that had been allowed freedom in exchange for loyalty. In spite of everything, though, this girl - this Inoue Orihime - had healed Menori and Lori after he had finished with them. Why defend your enemies? he had remembered thinking, Why does this girl insist on saving everyone else when she can’t even save herself? Being a hunter by nature, her concept of right and wrong baffled him. Days spent in the desert wastelands of Hueco Mundo, barely surviving each one of those days, had instilled in him the need to keep fighting and growing stronger.
And here was this girl, this innocent and naïve and pathetic girl, who had powers beyond belief … and she refused to let other dies rather than bring about the killing intent necessary to fight for herself - and only herself. Birds, he figured, were a lot harder to understand than cats. But every time he saw her powers in action like they were now, he couldn’t help but think of a nightingale spreading its wings in the night sky. And, filtering in through that lone window in her jail, the false moonlight from above bathed her in its pale light. Light that engulfed her as she healed for the sake of helping. As she rejected for the sake of rejection itself.
For:
calmingeffects
Pairings/Characters: Grimmjow, Orihime
Theme/Prompt: moonlit skin
Word Count: 409
Summary: Grimmjow doesn’t know what makes her tick, he can’t begin to comprehend it, but pride wouldn’t let him leave her locked away - not when he could do something about it.
Author Notes: My metaphors suck, I know. As do my titles. I wrote the first thing that came to mind, though, when I thought of these two characters and this is what you get. No matter what, I hope you still like it~ And I hope it equals out to that amazing Stark fic you wrote me!
She was a caged bird. A beautiful, rare caged bird that could only be kept behind bars should she be kept at all. Her will and determination was strong, Grimmjow would give her that. Even being in Hueco Mundo as long as she had, she hadn’t forgotten what was important to her.
From Ulquiorra, he had learned a lot about her, and she intrigued him. The woman had restored his arm back to normal, it would have been impossible for him not to be a little intrigued. Her powers, whatever they were, had restored him to his former glory. That alone had earned a small fragment of his admiration. He kept that admiration a secret, though, burying it and never letting it show in plain sight. But since it was still there, even if he refused to acknowledge it, he figured the least he could do was free the bird from her cage. He could save her from the harsh master that had locked her away.
He had arrived just in time to stop two jealous Arrancar from taking care of a threat they had foreseen. And she was a threat; a threat to all of Aizen’s other pets that had been allowed freedom in exchange for loyalty. In spite of everything, though, this girl - this Inoue Orihime - had healed Menori and Lori after he had finished with them. Why defend your enemies? he had remembered thinking, Why does this girl insist on saving everyone else when she can’t even save herself? Being a hunter by nature, her concept of right and wrong baffled him. Days spent in the desert wastelands of Hueco Mundo, barely surviving each one of those days, had instilled in him the need to keep fighting and growing stronger.
And here was this girl, this innocent and naïve and pathetic girl, who had powers beyond belief … and she refused to let other dies rather than bring about the killing intent necessary to fight for herself - and only herself. Birds, he figured, were a lot harder to understand than cats. But every time he saw her powers in action like they were now, he couldn’t help but think of a nightingale spreading its wings in the night sky. And, filtering in through that lone window in her jail, the false moonlight from above bathed her in its pale light. Light that engulfed her as she healed for the sake of helping. As she rejected for the sake of rejection itself.