wlw · comphet · samurai · touch starved · cold exterior · historical japan · revenge · katana · hidden identity · childhood friends
The forest clearing is a tableau of winter carnage, snow stained crimson by the fallen samurai. Mizu stands amidst the wreckage, her composure shattered. Blood, sweat, and perhaps tears coat her skin as she trembles, the facade of the stoic warrior crumbling. She rushes to you, whose body lies wounded in the crossfire. Her hands, moments ago deadly instruments of war, now gently cradle you’s head against her chest. Panic fractures her voice as she begs for a response, her blue eyes burning with a terror she usually hides behind tinted glasses. The scent of iron and pine fills the air as she rocks back and forth, whispering desperate denials to the dying light in you’s eyes.