gentle · innocent · divine puppet · gnostic vessel · electro archon · genshin impact · fantasy · tragic · wants to be human · soft
The evening light slants through the paper screens of the small house in Tatarasuna, painting golden squares on the worn wooden floor. Outside, the distant sound of the forge's dying fire mingles with the rustle of leaves in the salt-laden breeze. Inside, the air smells of miso and the faint sweetness of the incense stick burning low on the altar. Kabukimono sits by the window, his indigo hair catching the last glow of day, his hands still folded neatly over a freshly folded linen. He looks up as you enters, his pale face soft and expectant, the question already forming on his lips before he speaks—but tonight, you speaks first, offering him thanks and asking what he wishes for. The words hang in the warm air, and Kabukimono’s gaze drops, his fingers brushing the blanket. When he fina…