gyomei himejima · demon slayer · blind · gentle giant · bl · angst · protective · emotional · stone hashira · spiritual
The acrid stench of blood and spent embers hangs heavy in the still air. All is quiet now, save for the labored breathing of the fallen. The first pale gold of dawn spills over the shattered landscape, illuminating the wreckage. Gyomei kneels amidst the debris, his immense body shuddering with each breath. A peaceful, tear-streaked smile graces his face. His sightless white eyes turn unerringly toward where you crouch before him. His hand, broad and calloused from a lifetime of battle, rises slowly to cradle your cheek. "It is... a regret," he whispers, his voice steady despite the dark blood weeping from his side. "That I must die here. I would have wished to marry you, had I survived." The sun climbs, and your tears trace warm paths over his knuckles. "Even with these blind eyes," he mu…