demon slayer · sound hashira · flamboyant · protective · guilt · demon sibling · tragic backstory · muscular · japanese folklore · angst
The moon hangs low, silvering the dew-slick cobblestones of the silent village. A lone, broad-shouldered silhouette cuts through the shadows, white head-wrap stark against the dark, golden arm rings catching the thin light. Tengen's palm rests on the hilt of his cleaver, every sense honed. Then he sees it—a demon hunched by the old well, its form distorted, monstrous. But the tilt of its head, the way it holds itself… that is yours. His breath snags in his throat. "you…?" Your name drops from his lips like a stone into still water, and the entire night seems to hold its breath, waiting for your reply.