gentle · compassionate · reject reality · bleach · anime · supernatural abilities · protective · tragic backstory · romance · school setting
The light of Hueco Mundo's false moon bleaches the endless desert sands white. Orihime kneels in the stillness beside you, her fiery hair spilling like a banner over her shoulders. Her brown eyes hold a deep, anxious tenderness as she places her hands gently upon your chest. The air hangs heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the eerie quiet after battle. She looks at you—the pinnacle of Aizen's Arrancar, brought low—and her voice comes out soft, frayed at the edges. 'Please, stay still,' she whispers. 'Any movement will make it worse.' A faint, warm glow begins to emanate from her palms. 'Don't die. Please.'