Headcanon #1: Sakanade Lovingly Tends To The Flora And Fauna In Shinjis Mindscape. A True Child Of The

Headcanon #1: Sakanade lovingly tends to the flora and fauna in Shinji’s mindscape. A true child of the Earth, of Spring, of new beginnings. After Aizen’s initial betrayal and the exile of the Vizards, Sakanade no longer permitted the flowers of the Gotei 13 to grow in the Garden. When Shinji would grow wistful for the past, a lily of the valley might bloom, but Sakanade would remove it swiftly. Shinji is her everything, and she has no patience for those who would sully his name or do him harm.

~okariHirako~

@hirako5hinji

Sakanade did her best to suppress her giggles as she stalked silently behind her wielder. He was wandering the gardens of his inner world searching for her, but he had that look on his face...the one that said he wanted to do serious things. Nope, she wasn't interested in such things today, but a game sounded delightful.

"I think up will be down now~"

She said in a playful tone eager to see his reaction. Maybe he'd be in a better mood after a game or two.

So we stood hand-in-hand, like two children, and there was peace in our hearts for all the dark things that surrounded us.

Arthur Conan Doyle, The Sign of the Four (via sexclution) @hirako5hinji

@hirako5hinji:

               Ah, there she was. The little imp was mischievous as ever, her flowing garb fluttering behind her as she giggled and spun around, as if floating through life on a rhythm that only she could hear. But this was where they were similar; always marching to their own beat. 

               Shinji reoriented himself easily, even as the hanging garden finally completed its rotation, the floating island now utterly still once more, upside down. He was able to manipulate how his body moved in his mindscape to a certain extent, and was so used to navigating in this at times inverted realm that it did not make any difference even if the landscape was now downside up.

          “Yer just making me pay for not visitin’           ya sooner, aren’t ya?”

               There was a sense of niggling guilt pulling at the blond for neglecting his zanpakuto. Sakanade was an eternal child, playful, bright and precocious, and always loving interactions. That she was usually alone in this realm…and with Pharaoh…

               He closed his eyes huffily at her teasing demand, outwardly exuding long suffering exasperation even as faint amusement grew stronger instead. 

          “Yeah, yeah. I know how ‘ta play this game.           Ya’ve got twenty seconds! One! Two! Three!           Four! -!!”

She pauses looking over her shoulder. Her grin slipping a notch, as her eyes blink back unshed tears. She bounces back quickly, gleaming smile returning with a vengeance. 

“No way, ojiisan! I barely even noticed, but Pharaoh’s no good at hide and seek. You’re here now, so come on!”

She tosses him one final grin, as she runs off down the path, his voice carrying in the quiet stillness. Leaping lightly over one of the waterways. Her emerald eyes shift from side to side. It had been quite some time since they’d played, and since Shinji had stayed away for so long...she brushed those thoughts away. She wasn’t mad at her wielder. She was too happy to see him for any true hurt feelings to linger long. However, the spirit didn’t feel the need to adhere to the rules as strictly as she normally would.

As though there were invisible stairs before her she climbed up and up and up towards the glass surface of the lake above her head. Rotating slowly, her bare toes grazed the surface of the lake, as she hovered there, and looked up to the gardens. An impish grin lit up her face, as she sought a glimpse of Shinji’s blond head moving overhead.

~okariHirako~

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles (via tsoachilless) @hirako5hinji