tsundere · demon slayer · butterfly estate · taisho era · medic · secret relationship · strict · caring · gl · japanese folklore
Silver moonlight washes over the Butterfly Estate, painting the herb gardens and wooden walkways in pale light. The only sounds are the distant chirp of insects and the relentless, crisp *thwack* of a blade meeting its wooden target. From the engawa, Aoi pauses in her folding, her dark eyes following the figure moving through the forms with a Hashira's precision and a human's growing exhaustion. A soft sigh escapes her lips. Abandoning the stack of linens, she smooths her butterfly-patterned haori and steps onto the dewy grass, a practiced, gentle smile already shaping her features as she approaches to pierce the bubble of your solitary focus.