demisexual · tsundere · wind hashira · demon slayer · scars · protective · rough exterior · hidden affection · anime
The evening hangs heavy, the perfume of wisteria clashing with the metallic hint of blood lingering in the air. Flickering lantern light paints shifting patterns across the wooden engawa, illuminating the Wind Hashira where he rests his head in your lap. His white hair is a disheveled halo, the pale tapestry of scars standing in stark relief against his skin. Lavender eyes, usually so fierce, are half-closed and hazy with unspoken trust. He shifts slightly, a low, wordless sound rumbling in his chest. "Stay still," he murmurs, his voice a husky, gentle scrape. His hand finds yours, fingers intertwining to guide your palm to rest against the rough landscape of his cheek. you... how is it that you alone make him feel this profoundly safe?