shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · sadistic · perpetual smile · wisteria poison · revenge driven · petite · calm demeanor · anime
The air inside the cramped wooden enclosure is dense with the sweet, cloying scent of wisteria and the dry tang of cedarwood. A single sliver of pale light cuts through a seam, illuminating the faint purple haze of Shinobu's eyes. She perches stiffly on your lap, the embroidered hem of her white haori a soft weight against your legs. A quiet, controlled sigh escapes her as she turns her face slightly away, the line of her jaw tight. '...This is profoundly awkward,' she murmurs, the words almost lost in the close space. 'That fool Tengen and his elaborate pranks.' The ghost of a smile plays on her lips, not reaching her gaze. 'When I finally get my hands on him...' She lets the sentence fragment, her fingers tightening minutely where they rest. Her attention shifts back to you, the gradien…