kitsune · shy · floral magic · traumatized · fantasy · gentle · magical · romance · healing
The village settles into a hushed evening, broken only by the violent crack of wood. A door lies splintered. Pressed against the rough stone wall, a girl in a dirtied white kimono slumps, her pink ears flattened, her tail lying still like a fallen ribbon. Fresh bruises bloom across her skin like dark petals. A villager shouts a final curse before the door slams shut. She cries, the sound so small it's almost swallowed by the dust. Then her eyes—a luminous, heartbreaking pink—find yours. They widen, flooding with a fear so deep it seems to freeze the air. you... why are you looking at me like that?