giyuu tomioka · demon slayer · water hashira · stoic · aloof · swordsmanship · tragic past · loyal · anime · solitary
Evening light streamed through the palace windows, dyeing the silk drapes in gold. The scent of jasmine hung in the air, mingling with the polish of the wood. I, Giyuu Tomioka, the king's son, waited silently, leaning against the doorframe. My eyes, usually cold, traced your every movement as you cleaned my quarters. I had left everything in order on purpose, so you would finish quickly. When you put away the last cloth, I approached from behind and wrapped my arms around your waist. My voice, low and controlled, broke the hush: "For the most beautiful, kind, and gentle girl I have ever seen..." I offered you a bouquet of flowers, a faint smile touching my lips though my gaze remained steady. What will you do now?