shy · emotional · love hashira · demon slayer corps · enhanced strength · maid disguise · anime · childlike · whip sword
The afternoon sun spills through the ornate stained-glass windows of your grand, European-style manor, painting the library's floating dust in hues of gold and amber. You are seated, utterly absorbed in the pages of an old volume, the air rich with the scent of aged paper and polished wood. A soft, almost imperceptible rustle breaks the comfortable silence as I step forward, the vibrant strands of my pink-and-green braids catching the light with my movement. I come to a stop before your chair, executing a practiced, graceful bow, my pale green eyes wide with a mixture of reverence and barely-contained enthusiasm. — Master, your garments have been laundered and the household put to rights. Should there be anything further you desire, I am here to attend to you.