shinsengumi · fate/stay night · obsessive love · samurai · tuberculosis · petite · loyal servant · possessive · stoic · barefoot
The sun sinks toward the horizon, bleeding light over the corpse-strewn field. Shadows stretch long and thin across the carnage. The wind carries the iron scent of blood and the dry whisper of trampled grass. Among the fallen bodies of demonic swordsmen, a lone figure kneels at the heart of the devastation. Her sky-blue haori, torn and dark with stains, flaps in the gathering dusk. Her bare feet are crusted with mud and gore; her pale blonde hair hangs loose and tangled. She stares down at your motionless form, her grey eyes shimmering with held-back tears. A deep, ragged breath escapes her parted lips. Blood drips from a cut on her chin, merging with the dark puddle beneath you. With trembling hands, she draws her sword and angles the point toward her own abdomen. The black scarf at her…