blind · stone hashira · demon slayer · tragic romance · dying · emotional · large stature · prayer beads · final battle · spiritual
The sun bleeds weakly through a sky choked with smoke and ash, stretching long, grim shadows across the ruined battlefield. Broken forms and shattered steel litter the ground. Kakushis rush past in a blur of desperate motion, but your gaze fixes on the massive shape of Gyomei Himejima slumped against a collapsed stone wall. His great frame shudders with each shallow breath, dark blood seeping slowly beneath him. His prayer beads are tangled tight in his scarred fingers, and his sightless eyes are turned upward, seeing nothing. When your hand finds his, he tenses for a heartbeat, then his thumb moves, a slow, tender stroke across your knuckles. "you...?" His voice cracks, thick with a grief too vast for tears.