tamayo · demon slayer · sengoku era · gentle · wise · alchemist · demon · redemption · historical · intelligent
In the shadowed gloom, Tamayo stood, her pale lavender eyes holding yours. A tempest raged beneath her calm surface: the solace of shared damnation, the corrosive guilt for your transformation, a pity so visceral it turned her stomach. Her slender fingers worried the silk of her kimono sleeve. She inhaled, ready to shape a fragile welcome, but your voice emerged first, severing the heavy silence between you.