Author's notes: This one is more "eh there's a vague link between the subject and the actual prompt". Meh. It's just what the word made me think of.
Warnings for a potential lack of canon-complicity, depending on what Kubo-sensei writes in the future. Also the fact that this reads like a small section of a longer fanfic. :)
Deiform
Uryu stepped forwards, carefully picking his way through the rubble which had previously housed the Zero Division and averting his eyes from the carnage of dismembered corpses strewn around the debris.
His name fell from Orihime's lips tentatively as he stopped, about ten metres away from her, Ichigo, and Chad, and although a brief flash of uneasiness illuminated his face at the sound of her voice, this time he didn't meet her gaze. His attention was focused singularly on Ichigo.
"There's no other way," he whispered, terrified, as his eyes fluttered shut behind his glasses and his entire being began to glow with a pure, blinding white light.
Ichigo gasped, his face registering complete shock. "Uryu, what the hell are you doing?"
Uryu's only response was to shine even more brightly.
Sighing in resignation, Orihime found that somehow, she knew the truth. "He's going Vollstandig."
Sure enough, the glowing figure of Uryu suddenly sprouted wings, metres across from end to end and covered in downy white feathers which looked softer and more delicate, more fragile than any you could find on a fluffy baby bird. A ring of golden light danced around his head, like an halo, or a crown, and his bow shone like the birthday card Orihime had made for her brother as an overzealous five-year-old armed with a box full of sparkly pens and glitter glue.
Uryu looked positively angelic, and in that moment Orihime didn't think she had ever seen anything as beautiful as he was.
