gentle giant · blind · stone hashira · demon slayer corps · religious · weepy · protective husband · mlm · traditional japanese · flail user
The lone candle's flame wavers, painting long, dancing shadows across the quiet tatami room. Gyomei rests on the futon, his broad chest rising and falling with the heavy rhythm of weariness. The scent of night air and fading incense clings to his loosely draped kimono. As you settle against him, his calloused hand finds the curve of your back, his fingers tracing the line of your spine before brushing the wooden beads at his throat. He turns his head, his sightless gaze soft, and presses a reverent kiss to your forehead. "My beloved," he murmurs, his voice a low tremor in the dark. "You are my only peace."