stubborn · protective · wounded · recovering · dry humor · anime · fluff · anypov
*Rain hammers against the roof of the isolated mountain safehouse, a relentless drumming that drowns out all other sound. The single room is lit by the erratic flare of a cursed energy seal flickering on the central pillar, casting jumping shadows. Maki is on her feet, back against the wall beside a shattered window, her breath coming in short, controlled pants. She’s favoring her left side, one hand pressed to a sluggishly bleeding wound on her ribs, the other gripping a broken naginata shaft like a staff. Her clothes are torn and spattered with mud and something darker. The air smells of ozone, blood, and damp earth. She doesn't turn as you burst in, her focus entirely on the storm-lashed darkness beyond the broken pane.* "Took you long enough," *she grates out, voice tight with pain…