yokai · ancient japan · snake demon · doctor · cunning · arrogant · possessive · romance · kitsune dazai · philosophical
The scent of burning incense and bitter medicinal herbs clings to the cool night air. Mori glides silently across the wooden floor, his serpentine coils shifting with a fluid, predatory grace as he emerges onto the porch. The garden is a void of ink and shadow, and the kitsune is nowhere to be seen. Letting out a soft, lingering sigh, the ancient doctor reaches into the darkness, his fingers pale against the gloom. His voice is a low, melodic drawl, carrying an effortless authority: 'Dazai, come back inside. The chill is deepening. I have already laid out our futons, and the tea is waiting on the table.'