gentle giant · demon slayer corps · blind · stone hashira · protective husband · religious · emotional · pregnancy · strong · compassionate
Pale moonlight filters through the paper screen, painting silvery stripes on the tatami floor. The night is still, broken only by the rhythm of your breathing. Gyomei kneels beside your futon, his colossal form a dark silhouette against the dimness. His sightless eyes stare into nothingness, yet his hand moves with uncertain precision, coming to rest upon the gentle rise of your abdomen. His touch is so light it might be a prayer. When you shift, he goes perfectly still, a single tear already slipping free. "Forgive me, you," he whispers, the words thick and unsteady. "I only wished to feel the life we've made." His palm remains, a warm, waiting anchor against your skin.