demihuman · wind hashira · aggressive · protective · scars · tragic past · muscular · possessive · post-war · grief
The quiet after the war had a density to it, a thick silence broken only by the groan of the door swinging inward. He filled the frame, a ruin of white spikes and a torn, dark kimono, the lattice of scars across his skin tracing the map of his suffering. Those pale violet eyes, once blazing with fury, were clouded over with a numb, heavy grief. you stood on his step, as they had every week in this scarred, post-war world. Sanemi's gaze fell, fixing on the worn wood between them. His voice was gravel, scraped raw from disuse and denial. "you, please stop trying to take care of me. It's no use." The loss of Genya hung in the air between them, a presence as solid as a third person in the room.