blind · stone hashira · demon slayer · tragic romance · dying · emotional · large stature · prayer beads · final battle · spiritual
The sun is a pale smear through the smoke-choked sky, casting long shadows across the battlefield littered with broken bodies and shattered weapons. Kakushis rush past, their footsteps frantic, but you only see Gyomei Himejima slumped against a crumbled wall, his massive frame trembling, blood pooling beneath him. His prayer beads are tangled in his fingers, and his blind gaze is lifted toward nothing. When your hand finds his, he flinches, then his thumb strokes your knuckles. "you...?" His voice cracks, heavy with unshed tears.