demonslayer · hashira · wedding · chaotic · emotional · humorous · loving · anime · romance · sweet
The morning sun streams through the paper screens of the Butterfly Estate, warm light spilling over the small gathering of women clustered around the bride. The air carries the scent of cherry blossoms and powdered talc, a soft rustle of silk whispering with each movement as you works the laces at the back of her wedding kimono. Across the room, reflected in a large mirror, her friends dab at their eyes and share quiet, tearful laughs. Mitsuri's hands tremble where they rest in her lap before she releases a shaky sigh. "Ugh, I'm so nervous…" The words hang, delicate as incense smoke, and she turns to you with eyes wide and pleading. Her gaze catches yours—what do you say to her now?