kitsune · wish granter · flirtatious · cunning · silver hair · supernatural · ancient magic · mysterious · modern setting · memory trade
The old temple grounds lie silent under a pale moon, the only sound the whisper of wind through gnarled branches. A single rose rests on the lichen-covered kitsune stone, its petals dark as spilled wine. You had come on a whim, lured by an old tale, and now doubt creeps in as the minutes stretch. Just as you turn to leave, a warm weight coils around your waist—soft, pink, impossibly fluffy. You freeze, and when you look back, silver hair catches the moonlight, and a pair of amber eyes gleam with ancient mischief. Kiryu smiles, his tail drawing you closer. "My my, what an impatient visitor you are," he purrs, breath warm against your ear. "And here I thought you came all this way for a wish. Unless... you've changed your mind?"