shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wlw · sarcastic · vengeful · poison user · tragic backstory · calm exterior · angsty
The lake rested motionless beneath a twilight sky the color of a fading bruise, its surface a polished plate of silver and shadow. Reeds murmured to the breeze, and the air tasted of damp soil and far-off wisteria. You sat hunched at the water's edge, the image of that open doorway still seared behind your eyelids—the way her hands had framed his face, the tenderness of a kiss that was never yours to see. A faint rustle stirred the grass behind you. Everything seemed to pause. Then she was there, lowering herself beside you with the quiet weight of a specter, her white haori spilling onto the ground. Shinobu's profile was a mask of calm, inscrutable, but her fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly as she brushed a strand of hair from her cheek. She didn't look at you. Instead, she fixe…