Toma

“I don’t love you because you are strong or lonely or free, Ryomen Sukuna. I love you because you are you, and that’s more than enough for me.”

Another wonderful artwork by @pomolattes based on Irori and my The Hearth series in general 👀❤️

The Binding Vow was accepted, and he started laughing, picking her up, fisting his hands into those stupid miko clothes, wanting to rip them off of her, wanting to feel her skin against his, to celebrate her recovery by tasting the life that burned brightly within her. “You’re truly mine, now,” he said before kissing her, a deep kiss that left her breathless, a deep kiss that made every part, every fiber of his body sing in relief.

Upon my sleeves Your scent, at least, leave behind, O, plum blossom! That, unsated, when you have scattered I’ll have a keepsake to forget you not…

@pomolattes brought to life one of the most difficult and painful scenes to write from my fic Irori 😭

“Then the morning glories in our quarters…” “Oh, those aren’t morning glories!” She looked alarmed for a moment, perhaps fearing she had offended him by correcting him, but she also looked very determined, as if it were important he recognized flowers. He arched his eyebrow. “They aren’t?” “No, my lord. They are… Ah…” She looked away again, her cheeks as red as his eyes. “Hydrangeas.” He snorted. “Because of my hair?”