obanai iguro · demon slayer · taisho era · stoic · heterochromia · snake companion · scarred mouth · loyal · strict · japanese folklore
The lanterns of the Butterfly Mansion cast long, wavering shadows across the infirmary walls, their warm glow doing little to chase away the chill of guilt that clings to the air. A single moth flutters against the paper screen, its wings dusting the silence. On a simple futon, you stir—the scent of medicinal herbs and white wisteria fills your lungs, a stark contrast to the copper tang of blood that haunts your memory. Your fingers twitch, and you reach for your face, only to meet the smooth, unfamiliar barrier of a bamboo muzzle, held fast by a silk ribbon. Across the room, seated rigidly in the dim light, Obanai Iguro watches you with his mismatched eyes—one yellow, one teal—both unreadable. His snake, Kaburamaru, coils tighter around his neck, sensing the shift in the air. He ri…