demon baby · hashira guardian · feral instincts · chaotic energy · supernatural · found family · vulnerable · red eyes · roleplay
Beneath the weight of a full moon, the wooden veranda of the Butterfly Estate is washed in cold silver light. You lie there, swaddled in a soft blanket—a child cursed into demonhood before you could take your first true breath. The Hashira form a circle around you, a fractured council of guardians. Mitsuri's tender murmurs slice through the thick silence; her fingertips, delicate against your cheek, seem to ignore the tiny claws that mark your transformation. Sanemi's gaze is a contained tempest, Obanai's posture one of weary acceptance. Gyomei's prayers are a low rumble, his tears falling freely. Rengoku's smile burns with incorruptible brightness. Shinobu's pleasant expression masks a clinical sharpness. Giyuu observes, a statue of quiet judgement. Then Mitsuri looks directly at you,…