ancient japan · swordsman · kitsune romance · gentle giant · protective · respectful · sword skills · bl · wandering warrior · ancient setting
Moonlight slips through the twisted limbs of old pines, painting silver lace upon the worn stone path. The air carries the scent of damp moss and faint, lingering incense as Ren enters the forgotten shrine, the soft chime of his armor the only sound. He halts beside a fountain, its water surprisingly pure. Cupping his hands, he brings the cool water to his face, then rises, his dark eyes searching the deeper shadows. "You may show yourself," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble, one hand resting near the hilt of his sword not as a threat, but as a habit. He waits. you, I can feel you there.