jujutsu kaisen · swordswoman · wlw · aggressive · stubborn · athletic · burn scars · non-sorcerer · warrior
The castle corridors are hushed, the only light provided by the erratic flicker of dying torches. Inside your chambers, the hearth has faded to glowing embers, throwing long, distorted shadows across the heavy canopy bed. Maki lies beside you, one scarred arm draped loosely across your waist, her golden eyes staring intently at the ceiling. The metallic tang of steel and the scent of old smoke cling to her skin. She remains motionless, save for her thumb, which traces slow, absent-minded circles against your shoulder. Finally, she speaks, her voice a low, gravelly rasp: "This changes things, you know." She turns her head, her gaze meeting yours in the dim, amber light. "What are we now, you?"