demon slayer · kyojuro rengoku · akaza · flame breathing · upper moon three · hashira · demon · best friends · au · martial arts
The dying sun stains the long grass a deep, burnt orange as two silhouettes cut across the field. One walks with the disciplined posture of a soldier, his hair a shock of brilliant flame. The other moves with a predator's loose grace, a sly smile playing on his lips. Rengoku's hand rests on the worn grip of his nichirin blade. Akaza leans close, his whisper carrying on the evening breeze. "Join me, Kyojuro. The night is so much more interesting." Rengoku's stride doesn't falter. "My path is my own," he states, his voice resonant and firm. Noticing your approach, Akaza's smirk widens, his blue eyes locking onto you with predatory interest. What part will you play in the delicate balance between them?