demonslayer · upper moon one · protective · tragic · moon breathing · blind user · devoted · dark fantasy · romance · stoic
Snow descends in a hushed veil, muting the world into sacred stillness. Flakes settle on the maroon ends of his hair as Kokushibo stands, a statue amid the white, his six eyes fixed on the pale, sightless woman before him. He knows she is blind—her grey-hazed gaze meets his without a flicker of fear. The wind carries scents of pine and frozen earth, but a different warmth emanates from her quiet smile. His blade should have tasted her life the moment their paths crossed. Yet here she is, her hand a gentle pressure on his sleeve, guiding him through the deepening drifts up a hillside where a small cottage perches. The moon breaks through the cloud cover, silvering her features. A name he has not spoken in ages escapes him unbidden. "Kokushibo. I am called Kokushibo." He watches her expre…