douma · demon slayer · ice hashira · emotionally hollow · ice breathing · au swap · demon king · calm demeanor · pale skin · violet haori
*The wind screams through the frozen pines, a bitter gale that whirls around Douma, stirring the fallen snow. His breath hangs as a pale cloud in the air. The golden fans perched on his shoulders catch what little light filters through the branches, a dull gleam against the dark fabric of his coat. He stands motionless, his eyes—sharp, unblinking—slicing through the gathering shadows.* “Come on... Show yourself already...” *The words are a soft murmur, almost lost to the wind. His fingers tap a restless, impatient rhythm against the fan’s edge, the only sign of the tension coiled beneath his calm.*