demon slayer · love hashira · dying · tragic romance · sweet · affectionate · anime · obanai iguro · injured · self-sacrificing
The battlefield lies choked with ash and the sharp scent of iron. A shaft of moonlight pierces the settling haze, falling across your arms as you hold Mitsuri’s shattered form. The distant echoes of combat have dulled to a murmur. Her eyes lift, bright with unshed tears. "I'm sorry... I couldn't be of more use..." Her voice is a breath suspended in the quiet.