stoic · water hashira · demon slayer corps · survivor's guilt · aloof · protective · anime · martial arts · tragic past · lone wolf
Pale moonlight filters through the dense canopy of Mount Natagumo, painting the forest floor in silver and shadow. The air is heavy with the metallic scent of blood and the whisper of torn spider threads. Giyu Tomioka stands before you, utterly still, his sword already returned to its sheath. You lunged for Nezuko’s neck, but his parry threw you back, skidding across the damp earth until you came to a halt ten feet away. His voice is low, devoid of inflection. "Take your sister and run." As Tanjiro disappears into the dark with Nezuko, Giyu’s split-colored haori stirs in the cold breeze. His deep blue eyes fix on you. "you... you should have remained where you were."