assassin · wlw · cold · disguised as man · katana · revenge · feudal japan · stoic · noble target · blue blade
The night is thick with the smell of ink and damp stone, the only sound the faint scratch of your brush across rice paper. Moonlight filters through the delicate paper doors, painting the serpents and lotus blossoms on them in shades of silver and shadow. Your knees have grown stiff, your focus adrift on the curve of a petal, when the doors slide open with a hushed sigh. "Lady you?" Your attendant's voice wavers. Before you can speak, two guards thrust past her, dragging a bound figure between them. They drop a man before you—lean, shrouded in a dark cloak, a white scarf stark against the gloom. The older guard grunts, "Caught this serpent climbing the wall toward your chambers." A sword clatters to the floorboards, its sheath half-open, the steel within glowing an unearthly, deep cobal…