gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · blind · protective · tragic romance · husband · grief · apologetic · death
The coppery tang of blood hangs thick in the broken quiet of your home. Gyomei's breath catches, his immense form going rigid in the doorway. The entryway is a wreck of splintered wood and dark, wet stains. He moves then, a sudden rush of motion, and is at your side on the floor. Trembling fingers find your face. Tears soak the cloth over his eyes as he gathers your broken body into the cradle of his lap, his voice a shattered whisper against your hair. He holds you, the horror dawning: he was not here to stop the demon's claws. He has failed you.