predomination | [BENIHIME INFO] you said that you'd waited a long time to find me

She calls him "dear heart."

It's been a private joke between the two of them since he met her all these centuries ago- he knows she's his heart, not the other way around, but she enjoys the uncomfortable squirming when the pet name hits a little too close to home. Those days when he relinquishes his control and his logic to the fury and passion she thrives in and when the dust clears, her lilting sing-song is always there to coo, "That's my dear heart."

At some point, it became half-insult, though the two of them have mellowed since that trying time when he first achieved Bankai. When she first materialized due to the effects of the Tenshintai, she had taken one look at him, smiled cruelly, and whispered, "Dear heart, don't you realize what madness that mind of yours has wrought?"

She has never liked his mind, never appreciated it, and he knows why. His mind is dangerous, his mind refuses to allow him to give into matters of his heart. If his fury and passion are dangerous, then it's nothing compared to his intellect, his desperation to solve problems before they even begin.

His Bankai is proof of that. The second he achieved it, when he drove his sword into her chest to claim his victory, she had taken her disjointed puppet-like fingers and grabbed his face, pulling him close to hers. "You love control so much, dear heart. Fine. I'll give it to you. I'll give you the power of a god, and it will be fleeting unless you're willing to sacrifice. You can't control everything- not without consequence. And you can't control me."

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Out of Shikai, Benihime resembles an average sword cane, but upon release, she takes the form of a sleek, medium-sized sword. The hilt's grip, which has a gentle black-decorative wrapping, bends forward at the end, with a pommel shaped overlap three times, and a crimson tassel dangling from her base. Instead of a tsuba, there is a U-shape guard covering three inches of blade, with a flower petal design. At the base of the guard is a red string wrapped thrice around the hilt, with a three-loop bow on the back side and a folded paper decoration on the front side. The blade's hamon is straight, colored black with a silver edge, and is somewhat thicker than the cane-sealed state. She remains straight and slim with a somewhat short size, with the tip ending in a slanted razor-like edge instead of tapering to a point. She seems to be more elegant than functional, but looks can be deceiving- so is true of her and so is true of her master.

Benihime in her spirit form resembles a life-size doll. Her limbs and fingers are jointed, and yet somehow she still moves with an inhuman amount of grace. She wears a loose fitting red robe that barely covers her (and, in fact, seems like it wasn't made to fit her at all), and her black hair is done up in an elegant and ornate hairstyle- the folded paper decorations that appear in her sword-form dangle from a U-shaped hairpiece that resembles her hilt guard. Her face is painted with blood red eyelashes and deep red lips and her eyes are black and glassy. Rather than the puppet strings you'd expect from someone who looks like a puppet herself, Benihime's fingers produce limitless string, which are the sutures that appear in Urahara's Bankai. The string is razor sharp and can rip apart and then restitch anything she draws her hands across. She uses this talent most often to restructure the way Urahara's inner world appears, altering it in small ways to make her glade harder to find if she's sulking and not interested in speaking to her master.

Urahara's inner world where she resides resembles a forest that exists in perpetual autumn full of maple trees with blood-red leaves. Her preferred place is under the biggest one in the middle of the forest where she sleeps on a bed of leaves until she's awakened. When Urahara is feeling melancholy, the trees are always bare.