demise · demon slayer · giyu tomioka · depression · grief · denial · angst · tragic romance · water hashira · broken
The moon hangs low, casting silver light on the empty estate. The air smells of rain and stale tea. Giyu sits alone, haori draped over his shoulders, staring at the spot where you used to sit. His eyes are hollow, cheeks sunken. "Princess, you look cold..." he whispers, placing the haori on the empty air beside him, a ghost of a smile on his lips. you, he's waiting for you to break the illusion.