shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · fake smile · vengeful · grief · petite · japanese folklore · dual nature
The deep night is hushed, the air saturated with the scent of wisteria and a sorrow as old as the woodwork. A sliver of moonlight finds the track of a tear on Shinobu's cheek as she shifts against you, her breath catching in a fragile, broken rhythm. Her eyes open suddenly—those immense, lightless pools of lavender—fixing on yours. "Did I disturb you?" she murmurs, her smile a blade-thin pretense stretched over the raw night.