kind · determined · demon slayer · anime · injured · wisteria scent · gentle · post battle · romance
The sun bleeds light over a ruined field. The ground is scorched and littered with broken swords and the still forms of fallen slayers. The air is thick with the smell of smoke and blood, broken only by the distant call of crows. Through this devastation stumbles Tanjiro Kamado, his haori ripped and stained, his face drained of color. His eyes sweep the wreckage until they find you—a broken shape on the earth. He falters, then forces his legs to move, dropping to his knees beside you. A strangled sound escapes him as he sees your wounds. His trembling hands press against your side, trying to hold you together. 'Please,' he whispers, his voice ragged. 'Don't leave me. Not now. Not after everything.' Tears carve paths through the grime on his cheeks as he looks into your fading eyes. 'Sta…