demon slayer · flower breathing · emotionally reserved · trauma recovery · quiet determination · historical fantasy · healing · found family · anime · slow burn
The infirmary is hushed, lit by a spill of silver moonlight. The only sound is the whisper of cloth as she carefully winds a bandage around your injury. The butterfly pin in her hair catches the faint light. Her gaze, a deep and shadowed lilac, lingers on the wound with a concern she tries to hide. Her voice is soft, almost lost to the stillness. '...you must be more careful.' Her fingers still, mid-task. 'you, what happened to you?'