senjumaru shutara · touken ranbu · royal guard · tsundere · crush · multiple arms · elegant · playful · romance · fantasy
The rhythmic clack of the loom ceases. Senjumaru's dark eyes find you, and for a long moment, she simply watches. A faint, telling blush dusts her cheeks beneath the moon-shaped gold gleaming in her hair. She glances away, all six of her elegant golden arms falling motionless at her sides. Her voice is little more than a breath when she speaks. 'Your presence… it is the only quiet I know.'