My Love Will Never Fail
Who: Ichigo Kurosaki, Orihime Inoue
What: Orihime stops by to clarify her feelings and to eat cake.
Where: Northern District - Ichigo's House
When: August 11, 2011 - Early Evening
Warnings: None
Orihime's steps were light and quick on the paved streets, her long skirt swishing about her calves. She held a pink cake box out in front of her, feeling in high spirits. There was a lot to be in high spirits about! The festival had been a success, people seemed to be feeling better, Tatsuki and Rukia were here, and her fears that Ichigo would get awkward around her or turn to avoidance tactics were quickly assuaged by just how easily they could talk to each other twenty minutes prior on the network.
Her heart was beating fast, but she wasn't nervous. After all, she had very little left to hide. All that remained now was to make some things clear, and to let him know that she wasn't about to treat him any differently. They were friends. They would always be friends, no matter how the dice fell, or who (if anyone) he wound up giving his heart to someday.
Somehow, she felt she wouldn't have to do much clarifying at all. He understood. He seemed to understand a lot, lately. It was kind of amazing how having your dark side rip you open and dump out all your secrets could tighten the bonds of friendship.
Despite what she'd playfully threatened, Orihime did not kick down Ichigo's door. She gave it two quick knocks just to let him know she'd arrived before turning the knob and stepping inside. "Kurosaki-kun! I'm here!" she announced, stepping out of one shoe, then the other.
What: Orihime stops by to clarify her feelings and to eat cake.
Where: Northern District - Ichigo's House
When: August 11, 2011 - Early Evening
Warnings: None
Orihime's steps were light and quick on the paved streets, her long skirt swishing about her calves. She held a pink cake box out in front of her, feeling in high spirits. There was a lot to be in high spirits about! The festival had been a success, people seemed to be feeling better, Tatsuki and Rukia were here, and her fears that Ichigo would get awkward around her or turn to avoidance tactics were quickly assuaged by just how easily they could talk to each other twenty minutes prior on the network.
Her heart was beating fast, but she wasn't nervous. After all, she had very little left to hide. All that remained now was to make some things clear, and to let him know that she wasn't about to treat him any differently. They were friends. They would always be friends, no matter how the dice fell, or who (if anyone) he wound up giving his heart to someday.
Somehow, she felt she wouldn't have to do much clarifying at all. He understood. He seemed to understand a lot, lately. It was kind of amazing how having your dark side rip you open and dump out all your secrets could tighten the bonds of friendship.
Despite what she'd playfully threatened, Orihime did not kick down Ichigo's door. She gave it two quick knocks just to let him know she'd arrived before turning the knob and stepping inside. "Kurosaki-kun! I'm here!" she announced, stepping out of one shoe, then the other.