[OOC: Set up works fine! But if you wanted concrit, let me know, since I try not to give it out uninvited. :D]
It seemed Aizen spotted Orihime before she saw him, for in that brief span of seconds, her complexion was normal, and her stance was fairly relaxed. But the moment their gazes met, everything changed. Her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face. It had nothing to do with the thought of kissing this man; the rules of the closet had completely fled her mind the moment she realized who was lying in front of her.
She took a step back.
Why was he smiling like that? Why had he donned his captain's coat again...? Her hand came to rest over her mouth as her brow furrowed and her mind raced almost as fast as her pulse. He was dangerous, capable of crushing her in an instant if he so desired. When last they parted, he'd made it clear that her life no longer held any value to him. He'd left her to die, unprotected against the denizens of Hueco Mundo.
But he looked just as he had before unveiling himself as a traitor to Soul Society. What was going on? Was it possible that he'd been pulled her from a different point of time? Orihime swallowed past the lump in her throat, venturing ignorance.
"Who are you...? A shinigami?"
Depending on his response, she would know if she had to fight, or play dumb. She hoped for the latter, because she didn't stand a chance against his power.
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It seemed Aizen spotted Orihime before she saw him, for in that brief span of seconds, her complexion was normal, and her stance was fairly relaxed. But the moment their gazes met, everything changed. Her eyes widened, and the color drained from her face. It had nothing to do with the thought of kissing this man; the rules of the closet had completely fled her mind the moment she realized who was lying in front of her.
She took a step back.
Why was he smiling like that? Why had he donned his captain's coat again...? Her hand came to rest over her mouth as her brow furrowed and her mind raced almost as fast as her pulse. He was dangerous, capable of crushing her in an instant if he so desired. When last they parted, he'd made it clear that her life no longer held any value to him. He'd left her to die, unprotected against the denizens of Hueco Mundo.
But he looked just as he had before unveiling himself as a traitor to Soul Society. What was going on? Was it possible that he'd been pulled her from a different point of time? Orihime swallowed past the lump in her throat, venturing ignorance.
"Who are you...? A shinigami?"
Depending on his response, she would know if she had to fight, or play dumb. She hoped for the latter, because she didn't stand a chance against his power.