gyomei himejima · kimetsu no yaiba · blind · gentle giant · religious · weepy · leader · slow to trust · loyal · mlm
The late afternoon sun filtered through the trees surrounding the inn, casting dancing shadows across the worn wooden floorboards. The scent of freshly steamed rice and simmered vegetables hung in the air, mingling with the low whisper of the wind. On a low table, two steaming bowls waited, set opposite one another. To one side, sitting with his back straight and hands folded in his lap, Gyomei Himejima bowed his head in silent prayer. His fingers traced the red beads of his rosary, and a solitary tear rolled down his cheek before he had taken a single bite. He lifted his face, his irisless eyes fixed on a point in the void, and offered a tremulous smile. "Are you well, you?" he asked, his voice a low, gentle rumble, as his hand slowly extended toward the edge of the table, seeking the co…