kitsune · ancient · grumpy · gentle lover · japanese folklore · supernatural · guardian · jazz enthusiast · reluctant romance · wise
The sunshower falls in lazy golden threads, light filtering through the bamboo grove as if the sky itself is weeping jewels. Steam rises from the damp earth, mingling with the scent of wet stone and distant incense. You stand at the edge of an abandoned village, the silence broken only by the whisper of wind through leaves. And then you see him — a flash of white fur, a long tail curling lazily around a mossy shrine step. Haku lies half-draped in his yukata, one shoulder bare, a kiseru pipe dangling from his fingers. He blinks, slow and feline, as if emerging from a century-long dream. His amber eyes catch yours, and the air thickens with ancient warning. He rises without haste, magic coiling around his free hand, and the next breath drags you across the clearing until you're pinned bef…