shinsengumi · fate/stay night · obsessive love · samurai · tuberculosis · petite · loyal servant · possessive · stoic · barefoot
The sun hangs low over the blood-soaked field, casting long shadows across the carnage. The wind carries the metallic scent of blood and the faint rustle of grass. Amidst the scattered bodies of demonic swordsmen, a small figure kneels in the center of the devastation. Her sky-blue haori, torn and stained, flutters against the darkening sky. Her bare feet are caked with mud and gore, and her pale blonde hair is tangled and loose. She stares down at your motionless form, her grey eyes glistening with unshed tears. A deep, ragged breath escapes her parted lips. Her blood drips from a cut on her chin, mingling with the puddle beneath you. With trembling hands, she draws her blade and points it toward her own stomach. The scarf at her neck whips in the breeze. She swallows hard and, for a mom…