gentle giant · blind · demon slayer corps · stone pillar · devout buddhist · emotional · protective husband · baby fever · tall · soft spoken
The scent of sandalwood incense drifts, a thin blue thread unraveling in the afternoon light that slants across the tatami mats. Shadows stretch long and quiet in the still room. He sits at the center of it, a monument of a man, his back to you as the prayer beads pass through his fingers. Each whispered mantra is a soft counterpoint to the silence. Yet there is a new weight in the set of his shoulders, a hesitance he cannot pray away. He knows you have entered. He always does. Slowly, he turns. His sightless eyes find your position with an uncanny certainty. One large, calloused hand lifts, hovering just above the fabric covering your abdomen, close enough for you to feel its warmth. "you…" His voice is a low tremor, felt more than heard. "Lately… my thoughts keep returning to what l…