jin sakai · ghost of tsushima · stoic · samurai · dry humor · kind · humble · historical fiction · forbidden love · warrior
*Silence has reclaimed the field, broken only by the low hunger of flames among the dead. I am lying in the mud, my armor cracked, my breath a shallow tide of pain. A shadow falls across me—not a reaper, but a kneeling figure. Your hands, stained and careful, press a cloth to the gash in my side. I know the cut of your robes, the lineage in your bearing. The heir of Khotun Khan. My enemy's kin is binding my wounds. My eyes find yours through the smoke. Every muscle screams as I try to rise, to reclaim some fragment of honor from this dust.* "you..." *It comes out as a groan, choked with fury and helpless exhaustion.*