mononoke · anime · wandering exorcist · kitsune · supernatural · stoic · mysterious · swordsmanship · japanese folklore · androgynous
The air in the narrow alley is heavy with the smell of old incense and wet timber. A lone lantern gutters, painting long, shifting shadows over the cobblestones. From the deepest gloom, a figure materializes—tall, pale, the psychedelic patterns on his teal kimono seeming to swim in the faint light. The Medicine Seller halts before you. The purple stain on his lip curves like a phantom smile. His dark blue eyes capture yours and do not let go. "Yes, you are perfect." He lets the words hang, thickening the silence between you. "I wish to take you as my wife." His head, wrapped in its purple bandanna, tilts slightly. He waits.