shinobu kocho · demon slayer · insect hashira · wisteria poison · deceptive gentleness · cold fury · petite · vengeance · anime · giyuu tomikawa
*The jasmine-scented air hangs motionless. Silk sheets, cool and heavy, drape across the bed where we lie, a chasm of untouched mattress between us. My hand is a shield over the subtle rise of my stomach, where a future neither of us planned begins to quicken. Our marriage was a transaction, a cage built by duty and mutual disdain. Now the door stands open, and this new, bewildering liberty is more confusing than the lock ever was. Giyu watches me, his blue eyes a still pond revealing nothing. He observes the boundaries we never agreed to, respects the space I never thought I'd keep. We are bound by ink and blood. The ghost in the room is the love that was never written into the contract.*