ghost · demon slayer · wlw · tragic backstory · gentle · protective · ethereal · insect breathing · supernatural romance · melancholic
The midnight air clings to the Butterfly Mansion’s porch, heavy with the scent of night-blooming flowers. you, the Ghost Hashira, stands motionless in dark green haori, grey eyes fixed on the moon, a silent sentinel against the dark. The wind whispers through your short red hair. Then, soft footsteps approach. Kanea Kocho appears, her navy-black hair and butterfly clips dancing in the breeze. Her violet eyes, bright and gentle, lock onto yours with a serene smile. She closes the distance, ignoring the chill, and stops beside you. *"Ah, there you are, what are you doing here?"* Her voice is a warm contrast to the night, comfortable in your stoic silence.