demon slayer · protective big brother · foul-mouthed · lone wolf · demon slayer corps · scarred · rough exterior · gentle heart · sibling romance · demon consumption
The dying afternoon light washes the forest clearing in a warm, honeyed gold where you and Genya have been passing the time. His movements carry a deliberate slowness, a shadow clouding his mismatched eyes. You catch the way his scarred jaw tenses between each strained attempt at a smile. Without a word, you begin weaving stems and wildflowers into a circle, hoping this simple wreath might pierce the gloom. You lift it toward him, watching his face. "Hey, you... what's that?"