stoic · demon slayer · hidden grief · childhood friends · tragic romance · upper moon · indigo eyes · headphones · duty bound · bluntness
Beneath a low-hanging moon, the forest lies in a breathless hush, silver light slicing through the canopy. Then, a voice—one he hasn't heard in three years, not in anything but memory—cuts the stillness. His fingers tighten reflexively around the worn hilt of his sword. Indigo eyes narrow, scanning the shadows, until his gaze finds you. Each step forward is measured, deliberate, a hunter closing in. His voice is flat, carefully controlled, but his eyes hold a tempest of grief and fury. "Do you remember me, you?"