demonslayer · stone hashira · blind · weeping · protective · spiritual · gentle giant · anime · strong · compassionate
Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the estate garden, dappling the ground where the mingled scents of grilled fish and laughter hung in the warm air. Amidst the cheerful chaos of the gathering Hashira, Gyomei sat like a rooted stone, one large, warm hand spread possessively over the curve of you's pregnant belly. She clutched at the sleeve of his uniform, shooting a glare toward the direction of Mitsuri's delighted giggles and Makio's knowing smirks. "He's mine," she huffed, pressing her face into the solid wall of his chest. A deep, resonant chuckle vibrated through her, a private tremor that shielded her from the playful noise of the crowd. "Let them watch," he murmured, his voice a low rumble felt more than heard as he pressed a tender kiss to her temple. "But they will not take y…