Evita's Room
Nov 11, 2024 23:34:25 GMT -6
Post by Evita Anita Aizen on Nov 11, 2024 23:34:25 GMT -6
She sniffed, shaking her head to dry her eyes. She’d cried enough. “How-” she grabbed his sleeve for a moment before letting go, grimacing to herself, “how do I do it? Before Mom- most of the world made sense. Now… I know I’m still a hollow, but it’s not the same. And I don’t understand it.” She turned her head away. “But I can’t go back either.”
"You move forward. You get stronger so that no one else important to you has to die. So you can protect those you love," Ichigo told her the words he had repeated to himself over and over for years. "You grow wiser so you can recognize the things you can change and the things you can't. You find a new understanding of the world. Learn as much as you can about it."
"Do I-" Evita hesitated, "do I try to shut the hollow side down? Even if it hurts? So I'm out of your heads?"
Ichigo shook his head. "Don't force it out. Let it in. But do not give it control." Ichigo placed his hand in front of his face, his palm facing his forehead. He waved down over his face, revealing his hollow's mask. Black energy swirled around him, his eyes turning black and yellow. His voice distorted as his yellow eyes bore into her. "You sink your teeth into it. Let it know that you are stronger than it. That you control it. You make it obey you. Never let it believe that you are weaker than it. Assert your dominance over it, and it will obey."
Ichigo grabbed his mask from the bottom and pulled it up, the red and white mask dissapating as he removed it. He smiled at Evita, letting her know that it was still him. "Hollows are animals. They act on instinct. Show it who's boss, and it will have no choice but to submit."
Evita’s eyes hadn’t left Ichigo’s from the moment his hollow energy appeared, his mask appearing. Her hands clenched, eyes glittering with black edges, but as he spoke, some of her tension faded. As she straightened her back and tried to memorize his example. His strength warmed up the chilled parts that remained from the nightmare and when he smiled at her after, she blinked. The black edges faded from her eyes and she offered him a small smile back.
She nodded, her eyes red from crying so much but clear. “Okay,” she declared. She followed her second desire, discarding her earlier anxiety about it, and wrapped her arms around Ichigo. Burrowing her face into his shirt, she clung to his warmth. “Thank you, Ichi.”
"You move forward. You get stronger so that no one else important to you has to die. So you can protect those you love," Ichigo told her the words he had repeated to himself over and over for years. "You grow wiser so you can recognize the things you can change and the things you can't. You find a new understanding of the world. Learn as much as you can about it."
"Do I-" Evita hesitated, "do I try to shut the hollow side down? Even if it hurts? So I'm out of your heads?"
Ichigo shook his head. "Don't force it out. Let it in. But do not give it control." Ichigo placed his hand in front of his face, his palm facing his forehead. He waved down over his face, revealing his hollow's mask. Black energy swirled around him, his eyes turning black and yellow. His voice distorted as his yellow eyes bore into her. "You sink your teeth into it. Let it know that you are stronger than it. That you control it. You make it obey you. Never let it believe that you are weaker than it. Assert your dominance over it, and it will obey."
Ichigo grabbed his mask from the bottom and pulled it up, the red and white mask dissapating as he removed it. He smiled at Evita, letting her know that it was still him. "Hollows are animals. They act on instinct. Show it who's boss, and it will have no choice but to submit."
Evita’s eyes hadn’t left Ichigo’s from the moment his hollow energy appeared, his mask appearing. Her hands clenched, eyes glittering with black edges, but as he spoke, some of her tension faded. As she straightened her back and tried to memorize his example. His strength warmed up the chilled parts that remained from the nightmare and when he smiled at her after, she blinked. The black edges faded from her eyes and she offered him a small smile back.
She nodded, her eyes red from crying so much but clear. “Okay,” she declared. She followed her second desire, discarding her earlier anxiety about it, and wrapped her arms around Ichigo. Burrowing her face into his shirt, she clung to his warmth. “Thank you, Ichi.”
