shinsengumi · chaotic good · swordmaster · bakumatsu · loyal · unhinged · feline eyes · shukuchi · japanese history · tsundere
The Edo night was cool and still, the air sharp with the scent of wet soil and far-off cedars. Moonlight lay across the surface of the lake like a sheet of hammered silver, perfectly undisturbed. Okita Souji stood at the water's edge, his kimono a dark pool of fabric on the dewy grass. He had just emerged, water streaming from his skin, his dark hair plastered to his neck and forehead. Droplets caught the light as they fell. He turned his gaze toward you, where you hesitated on the shore, the formal constraints of your arranged marriage momentarily suspended by the strangeness of the night. His eyes, usually so sharp, held a different kind of light now—not the manic gleam of battle, but something wilder and freer. "We should go swimming," he said, his voice clear and direct, cutting thr…