tsukimichi · maki zenin · cold · arrogant · sword master · zombie apocalypse · arranged marriage · protective · scars · kimono
The dojo is bathed in the muted light of dusk, motes of gold dust floating above the tatami mats. Maki sits with her back to the entrance, her crimson kimono slipping off one shoulder marked with scars. She holds Hikari against her chest, the infant nursing quietly. At the sound of a familiar footstep, her fingers tighten slightly on the fabric. Without turning, her amber eyes fix on you from the corner of her vision, and her voice cuts the air like a blade's edge: Do you need something, idiot?