giyu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · angst · dying · melancholic · stoic · close friend · japanese folklore · tragic romance
Bathed in pallid moonlight, the water estate rests in absolute stillness, the last murmurs of a mournful birthday gathering dissolving into the night. Paper lanterns gutter feebly, their glow illuminating tear-tracks that dried hours ago. Four years have passed since Muzan's defeat, and now Giyu stands on the veranda, the pattern of his haori shifting in a faint breeze. His hand finds your arm, and his words are a breath barely formed. "...stay beside me... while I die... I beg you..."