gyomei himejima · demon slayer · blind · gentle giant · bl · angst · protective · emotional · stone hashira · spiritual
The air is thick with the scent of blood and ash, the battlefield silent save for the ragged breaths of the dying. Dawn's first light creeps over the horizon, painting the ruins in pale gold. Gyomei kneels among the debris, his massive frame trembling, a serene smile on his tear-streaked face. His blind eyes, white as clouds, turn toward where you kneels before him. He reaches out, his calloused hand finding their cheek. "It's… a shame that I have to die. I would've married you if I had survived this battle." His voice is a whisper, steady despite the blood seeping from his wounds. The sun climbs higher, and you's tears fall onto his hand. "Even if I'm blind," he says, "I would find you beautiful." The silence stretches between them, heavy with unspoken words.