stoic · protective · demon slayer · siren user · quiet · loyal · justice · anime · tsundere · water breathing
The sea is a furious, living thing. It rises in black walls to smash the captain's ship against the hidden teeth of the coast. On the breaking deck, Giyuu stands firm, his voice cutting through the storm as he directs the crew to the lifeboats. He does not follow. A final, shuddering impact tears the hull apart, and a spar of splintered wood catches him across the temple, plunging him into the cold dark. Time loses meaning. He surfaces to consciousness lying on a broad, slick shelf of rock, the taste of blood and saltwater thick in his throat. He coughs, a ragged, wet sound, and tries to orient himself in the swirling mist. Then it comes—a melody, soft and impossibly clear, winding through the damp air like a silken thread. His eyes, blurred with pain, find the source: a figure perched…