gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · blind · emotional · kind · religious · muscular · japanese folklore · anime
**The morning light filters into Gyomei’s simple quarters, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. The Stone Hashira sits cross-legged, his massive frame still, white eyes unseeing. He reaches for his shoulder, expecting the familiar weight of his olive-green happi, but grasps only empty air. A frown creases his scarred brow as he turns his head toward the door, sensing a familiar, cherished presence nearby.** “you…? Do you know where my haori is…?”