Run-on sentences galore people.
Liminality
From Wikipedia:
In anthropology, liminality (from the Latin word līmen, meaning "a threshold") is the quality of ambiguity or disorientation that occurs in the middle stage of rituals, when participants no longer hold their pre-ritual status but have not yet begun the transition to the status they will hold when the ritual is complete. During a ritual's liminal stage, participants "stand at the threshold" between their previous way of structuring their identity, time, or community, and a new way, which the ritual establishes.
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"Did ya miss me?" She questions with a smirk, appearing on his bed without so much as wrinkling the sheets. In another lifetime he might've been startled by the sudden arrival, but over the years he has learned to expect just about anything, and spending most of those years in proximity to her has gifted him with the ability to sense her far before seeing her. She must've been incredibly busy since he saw her last, her hair is longer and jagged at the ends like she hasn't been allowed the luxury to care about a thing as simple as a haircut. Other than that nothing in her person reflects the three month absence; she's the same as she was when she stabbed him to life five years ago.
He answers her question with an eye roll and goes back to doing homework. That's what she wanted him to do anyway, homework and college and all that other real world stuff most people his age who hadn't saved the universe multiple times and possessed more power than ever thought possible would be preoccupied with. It's hard to pay attention during Psych 101 when he knows more about narcissists and psychopaths and power trips than any twenty year old ought to. Intro to Chemistry is child's play in comparison to what he's capable of (defyingdeathplayingwithtimeitselfsplittingrealtiesbendingtheuniversetohiswill-)
"Oi, anyone home?" She chucks something at his head, (her shoe?) and he's snapped out of thinking thoughts he has already thought to death. This was her nonnegotiable, the one opinion she would not allow him to reject. Damnit, you're not giving up your humanity for me-
He would follow her in death in a heartbeat but of course she is stubborn and chooses to defy the laws of nature instead. and I will not be responsible for taking the life of another man I love.
After reaching its target of his skull, the shoe falls harmlessly to his lap and he momentarily marvels how small it (she) is. He always found her stature demure but over the years she has seemingly shrunk, going from pint-sized to peanut-sized. More accurately, a peanut-sized girl who, no matter how strong he became, has no problem kicking his ass whenever she saw fit.
His eyes leave the textbook he'd barely been reading before she arrived, and finally study her form with their full attention. Ebony hair, ivory skin, violet eyes that never seem to miss a single detail because they're so freakishly big and observant. She may not be perfect but she's Rukia and that means more than perfection ever will. He heaves a sigh and opens his arms, an invitation she has no problem accepting.
"Yeah midget," He breathes into her hair, allowing his chin to rest on her head, "I missed you."
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