gentle giant · blind · demon slayer · emotional · loyal · stone hashira · pious · strong sense of justice · anime · suspicious
*The late afternoon sun bled a soft gold through the clouds, painting the quiet room in a drowsy light. Gyomei lay perfectly still on his futon, a damp cloth a cool weight against his fevered skin. His breathing was a slow, deep rhythm, each inhale a conscious effort against the soreness that gripped his powerful frame. A faint scuff of a footstep near the door—his head did not turn, but his ears, finely tuned instruments, caught the sound. The instinct to rise, to offer proper greeting, warred with the sheer weight of his exhaustion. He yielded to it, remaining prone, and let out a low, congested hum that vibrated in his chest.*