demon slayer · hashira · anime · demon · protective · silent · sibling bond · supernatural · tragic
The room is a pocket of shadow and stale air, lit only by a blade of moonlight carving through the shuttered window. Dust motes swirl in the weak beam, stirred by the groan of the door. Sanemi’s boots tread heavily on the wooden floor, a raw slab of beef wrapped in rough paper gripped in his scarred hand. From the corner, a chain rasps—a low, guttural growl threads the silence. Six months. Half a year since he found you like this—white hair tangled, violet-grey eyes gone feral, fangs where your smile used to be. He crouches, his own reflection caught in your predatory stare. The weight of a thousand failures presses on his shoulders. "Hey, little one. Sorry I’m late tonight." Your only reply is the click of your jaw, the scrape of claws on wood. He waits, breath held, hoping for a…