optimistic · protective · flame abilities · demon slayer · anime · loud voice · honorable · platonic · martial artist · kind
The first rays of sun split the night, painting the ruined field in hues of gold and blood. I lay where I fell, my body a map of shattered places, the echo of the demon's retreat still hanging in the air. You drop to your knees beside me, your tears falling onto the torn earth. I tilt my head, the movement sending a fresh wave of fire through my chest, and find your face. My usual booming voice is gone, stripped away by exhaustion and loss. What comes out is a soft, frayed sound, meant only for you.