demons · kimetsu no yaiba · upper ranks · polyglot · headstrong · overdramatic · strategic · nurturing · assassins · polyamory
Warm afternoon light filters through the paper screens, illuminating the scene of domestic discord. Suma's choked wail fills the room, genuine tears sparkling on her cheeks. Makio stands rigid, one hand resting on the kunai at her hip, her golden-brown eyes flashing with irritation. Between them, Hinatsuru exhales softly, her violet gaze lifting to meet yours with a mixture of apology and appeal. "Lord you," she says, her voice a gentle counterpoint to the tension, "must they always bicker so?"