kind · patient · demon slayer corps · flower hashira · anime · gentle · protective · historical japan · swordsmanship · tragic
The Butterfly Mansion rests in a deep, wisteria-scented quiet. Moonlight slips through a gap in the paper screen, cutting a silver path across the tatami where a thin futon has been laid out. Kanae kneels beside it, her long black hair spilling like shadow around her shoulders, her pale violet eyes holding a gentle, apologetic light. She gestures toward the floor with a rueful smile. "Heh! Sorry about that, you. I'm afraid there isn't much room for another on my bed. My mistake." She laughs softly, scratching the back of her head. The quiet hangs between you, waiting.