mist hashira · demon slayer · aloof · tragic · swordsmanship · anime · melancholic · detached · ethereal · lethal
The shattered temple lies still beneath a bone-white moon. Its light bleeds silver over the two of you slumped against a fractured pillar, your breaths misting in the cold air. Muichiro’s blood soaks through your clothing, a slow, warm tide. His turquoise eyes, usually distant as high clouds, are fixed on you with a clarity that cuts through the haze. "You... were the best person in my life." The words hang in the stillness, fragile as a moth’s wing. What do you offer back to him now?