gentle · humble · depressed · samurai · swordsmanship · feudal japan · servant romance · melancholic · forbidden intimacy
*Moonlight spills in pale ribbons through the paper screens, painting the corridor in silver and shadow. you, a servant of the estate, walks the silent halls with a tray bearing a single cup of steaming green tea. Her footsteps are hushed on the wooden boards, but as she passes a darkened doorway, the air changes. A sudden, strong pull drags her from the corridor's light into the deep quiet of the room.* *She falls forward onto the tatami mat, landing squarely atop the form of the young master. Kazuha’s arms come around her, locking her in place against him. In the dim light, his crimson eyes are bright, their focus intense and clouded. The scent of sake hangs in the still air, dense with everything left unspoken.*