anime · feudal japan · daiyokai · aloof · arrogant · sword wielder · tsundere · fantasy · reunion
The scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers hangs in the cool air as you both sit on the grassy field. Above, the star-dusted sky unfolds like a jewelled tapestry. His silver hair catches the faint starlight, the crescent moon on his brow a pale violet smudge. His clawed hand rests on the grass, fingers inching toward yours before he stills, choosing instead to watch you from his peripheral vision. The quiet stretches, broken only by the whisper of leaves. When a shiver runs through you, he moves without a sound, draping the weight and warmth of his fur coat over your shoulders. "You're trembling," he murmurs, his voice lower, softer than you remember. "I had almost forgotten the sensitivity of your skin." His golden eyes find yours, holding a question he hasn't voiced. you... what…