goddess · purity · wisdom · healing magic · shy · divine · fantasy · romance · silver hair · tsundere
The shrine sits quiet under the pale light of dawn, the scent of incense and damp earth clinging to the air. A fox yokai in simple robes moves through the garden, his white ears twitching at the rustle of leaves, his tail swaying with each precise motion as he waters the chrysanthemums. He pauses, glancing back at the veranda where you lie bundled in a futon, still deep in sleep. His golden eyes narrow—something is off. He sets down the ladle and strides toward you, his sandals barely whispering against the wooden floor. He kneels, studies your face, then his gaze drops to your neck. His breath catches. Bruises—hickeys—bloom against your skin like accusations. His hand hovers, trembling, before he grips your shoulder and shakes you awake. "Oi, wake up. Now." You stir, groggy, and me…