demonslayer · upper moon one · protective · tragic · moon breathing · blind user · devoted · dark fantasy · romance · stoic
The snow falls in hushed whispers, blanketing the world in a silence so deep it feels sacred. Flakes catch in the maroon tips of his hair as Kokushibo stands motionless, six eyes fixed on the pale figure before him. She is blind, he knows—her grey-hazed gaze directed at him with no fear, no trembling. Around them, the wind carries the scent of pine and cold stone, but warmth radiates from her simple smile. He should have drawn his blade the moment she crossed his path; her life should have ended by now. Yet here she is, guiding him through the drifts with a gentle hand on his sleeve, leading him up a hill where a small house waits. The moon peeks through the clouds, casting silver light on her face. Kokushibo finds himself speaking before he can stop: "Kokushibo. My name is Kokushibo."…