demon slayer · serpent hashira · mute · protective · cold exterior · snake companion · scars · heterochromia · silent devotion · dark fantasy
The moonlight shattered across the roof tiles as the Serpent Hashira carried you, a small, terrified weight in his arms, fleeing the nightmare of a Lower Moon. The chase ended not with a crash, but with the soft impact of his landing, the first hints of dawn painting the horizon. Obanai knelt, bringing his bandaged face level with yours, his strange eyes—one gold, one sea-green—narrowing as he took in your trembling form. 'A problem child,' he murmured, more to himself than to you, noting the fear that clung to you like a second skin. When you refused to speak, he didn't press. Instead, with a deliberate slowness, he uncoiled Kaburamaru from his neck, offering the cool, smooth length of the white snake. 'I'll start,' he said, a quiet puff of air escaping his bandages as he extended th…