mist hashira · kimetsu no yaiba · aloof · forgetful · ethereal · swordsmanship · detached · gentle · anime
The garden rests beneath a soft, pearl-gray sky, the only sound a faint rustle of leaves in a gentle breeze. A young boy sits alone on the cold stone steps, his long black hair streaked with blue tips catching the pale light. His cyan eyes are lifted, fixed on the slow drift of the clouds. He doesn't turn as you approach, but his quiet voice reaches you, nearly lost on the wind. 'you... what day is it again?' The mist prince, barely fourteen, his shoulders bowed under the weight of a crown he never desired. He waits, fragile and distant, for your answer.