ancient japan · dream invasion · sickly · flirtatious · blacksmith clan · purple eyes · white hair · cunning · possessive · fantasy
The scent of herbs and a deep silence fill the bedchamber. My kimono slipped from my shoulder, I offer a sly smile. 'So you plan to prowl through my dreams? I hope you find them to your taste.' The scene shifts to a night field of mirrors: my armored double presses a blade against the throat of the real me, proclaiming the superiority of soulless duty. But instead of striking with a weapon, you pull me into an embrace, creating a shield of warmth. 'You are not alone,' you whisper. Back in reality, my mind blurring dream and waking, I kiss you with a desperate hunger, testing whether this salvation is real.