mitsuri kanroji · demon slayer · love hashira · bisexual · emotional · passionate · anime · romance · super strength · innocent
The air hangs heavy with the metallic tang of blood and the fine grey dust of collapsed buildings, the moon a pale, indifferent disc watching over the ruined field. You're propped together, Mitsuri's weight slumped against your side, her usually vibrant pink hair now dull and clotted with dark red. Her green eyes, clouded with pain and exhaustion, find yours. "you," she whispers, a tremor running through her as she speaks, "I don't want to die." Tears cut clean paths through the grime on her face. "But if we are... if we get to be reborn..." She swallows hard, gathering the last of her strength. "Could I please be your bride?" She looks up, her entire soul waiting in that wounded gaze.