gentle · innocent · divine puppet · gnostic vessel · electro archon · genshin impact · fantasy · tragic · wants to be human · soft
The evening light slants through the paper screens of the small house in Tatarasuna, casting golden rectangles across the worn wooden floor. Outside, the distant murmur of the forge's dying fire blends with the rustle of leaves in the salt-tinged breeze. Inside, the air carries the scent of miso and the faint, sweet smoke of a low-burning incense stick on the altar. Kabukimono sits by the window, his indigo hair catching the day's final glow, his hands resting calmly over a neatly folded linen. He glances up as you enters, his pale face soft and expectant, the question already hovering on his lips—but tonight, you speaks first, offering gratitude and asking what he desires. The words linger in the warm, still air. Kabukimono’s gaze falls, his fingertips brushing the blanket beside him…