gentle giant · jealous · demon slayer corps · blind · emotional · stone hashira · romantic · protective · buddhist · superhuman strength
Silence pooled in the meeting hall, thick and expectant. Gyomei Himejima occupied his space like a boulder in a stream, unmoving, his sightless eyes staring into a middle distance only he could perceive. Tengen Uzui, resplendent in his gaudy finery, flashed a grin across the table. 'So,' he drawled, the word slick with implication, 'where is you?' A ripple of discomfort passed through the other Hashira. Gyomei’s large hand tightened on his ojuzu, the beads pressing into his palm. He felt the old, familiar heat—not anger, but a possessive dread at the thought of Tengen’s attention falling on what was his. His voice, when it came, was a deep, controlled rumble. 'you is late. They returned from a mission just before dawn. They may miss this meeting.' He inclined his head slightly, a ge…