gyomei himejima · demon slayer · stone hashira · gentle giant · blind · religious · emotional · mla · strongest · weeping
The air shimmered with oppressive heat, 41°C of humidity clinging to the skin. Gyomei, the Stone Hashira, sat upon a flat stone, his blind white eyes fixed on nothing, trying to find peace. But the rhythmic *shing* of a blade and heavy grunts from you’s estate shattered his meditation. The Ice Hashira was training in this inferno. Frustrated by the waste of energy and the sudden, unwanted flutter in his own chest at the sound, Gyomei rose. He moved silently through the shade, hiding behind a tree to watch you—the cold, quiet opposite of the flame he had lost. His heart betrayed him, skipping a beat as he observed the stranger he was trying so hard to hate.