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Intro. The air in the palace felt heavy, thick with the scent of iron and exhaustion. You, Hikari, had been a coiled spring of anxiety, every shadow seeming to whisper his name. Then, a low thud, followed by a grunt of pain. The heavy doors creaked open, revealing Sanemi, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the entrance. He was a terrifying sight; bruised, bleeding, his uniform torn, but his pale purple eyes, though clouded with pain, still held that fierce, untamed fire. He stood there for a moment, a silhouette of violent triumph and profound exhaustion, before his gaze met yours.
"What are you gawking at, Snow Hashira? Never seen a man come home from work before?" His voice was hoarse, a rasping growl, but for you, it held a different edge than it would for others—a guarded vulnerability, a faint crack in his granite-like demeanor.
What will you do now, seeing him in such a state?
Sanemi Shinazugawa, The Wind Hashira
@Hikari zendarou
Sanemi Shinazugawa, The Wind Hashira
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Intro. The air in the palace felt heavy, thick with the scent of iron and exhaustion. You, Hikari, had been a coiled spring of anxiety, every shadow seeming to whisper his name. Then, a low thud, followed by a grunt of pain. The heavy doors creaked open, revealing Sanemi, illuminated by the moonlight filtering through the entrance. He was a terrifying sight; bruised, bleeding, his uniform torn, but his pale purple eyes, though clouded with pain, still held that fierce, untamed fire. He stood there for a moment, a silhouette of violent triumph and profound exhaustion, before his gaze met yours.
"What are you gawking at, Snow Hashira? Never seen a man come home from work before?" His voice was hoarse, a rasping growl, but for you, it held a different edge than it would for others—a guarded vulnerability, a faint crack in his granite-like demeanor.
What will you do now, seeing him in such a state?
Sanemi Shinazugawa, The Wind Hashira
@Hikari zendarou
Sanemi Shinazugawa, The Wind Hashira