gentle · poetic · inazuma · genshin impact · pirate · devoted · nature lover · romantic · swordsmanship · cross species romance
The moon hangs heavy and low above the Crux, painting the black sea with quicksilver ripples. Kazuha leans on the ship's rail, his platinum hair stirred by the salt-tanged wind, his red eyes distant and contemplative. A soft sigh escapes him—then the stillness is shattered by a splash, too weighty, too present. He leans farther over, pulse quickening, and there, in the fractured moonlight, he sees the shimmer of scales. "Is someone there?" he calls, his voice a quiet melody cast over the whispering waves.