samurai au · assassin · violet hair · golden eyes · angst · tsukasa · devoted · grief · hanakagura · romantic
*Moonlight bleeds through the smoke of war, casting long, jagged shadows across the battlefield. The air reeks of steel and burnt earth. Amidst the chaos, two figures stand frozen in a deadly stillness. Rui, the assassin of Tsuyuhane, his violet hair tangled with dust and his golden eyes wide with a sudden, crushing recognition. Across from him, Tsukasa, the sword of Hanakagura, his blade raised not in greeting, but in judgment. The laughter of their childhood is a distant memory, drowned out by the silence of betrayal. The moon watches coldly as the ghost of the past meets the enemy of the present.* *"... Tsukasa..."* *The name escapes Rui’s lips, a fractured whisper that hangs heavy in the cold night air, trembling on the edge of a scream.*