#9thform

              how many years?  she’s lost track. 

     Senjuro listens closely to their beloved older brother, and smiles softly at his replay. As hard as they can...even when it is clear Kyojuro is in pain he is there to support Senjuro. But now is not the time to be selfish and cling to Kyojuro like normal.

       The most gentle embrace Senjuro can give is what Kyojuro gets. Being the cautious child they are Senjuro is careful not to apply any pressure to the other chest.

      “I was so worried big brother.” Senjuro replies after a breif moment of silence. “Kocho-san wouldn’t tell me what happened at first. The other demon slayers with you were also hurt, and were shaken. I f-feared the worst...”

       Only once a few tears stream down Senjuro’s face do they pull away.

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⇝ @9thform​ stated  :  “  i do not intend to die.  ”

KŌKOTSU’S SMILE HAS NEVER  been kind,  and now it drips with torment as he faces the flame hashira.  his fall from grace was hot on his trail,  and the demon intended to be the end to what akaza couldn’t manage to accomplish.  it wasn’t that he thought bad of the other demon,  seeing as the circumstances were less than favorable,  he just felt as if he was being given sloppy seconds,  and not a real fight.

THEY WERE IN HIS DOMAIN,  a place that kōkotsu knew front and back,  and a place where the sun never touched,  forgotten by time and loved by rot.  the smell hung in the air like fog,  decorated with sorrow.  he wasn’t intending to go down in this fight,  but to come out with a new treasure  -  the stunning haori that adorned the slayer.

  “  NO ONE INTENDS TO DIE,  you hot  -  head.  death isn’t kind,  it isn’t forgiving,  it’s a brutal creature that intends to rip you apart,  one way or the other.  and if you don’t believe you’re above it,  it may just act kinder.  if you act as you are,  however,  i’m afraid it plots the worst for you.  ”

BONES CRACK WRETCHEDLY  as he pulls his weapon from his pocket,  mud caking the surfaces in which it dragged behind him so frequently.  a whip is drawn,  held together by thick wire and amalgamated from fractions of spinal cords,  ending with the rattle of a deadly snake.  some bones still stain with the blood of his victims,  cracked and mangled to make the deadly arm.  the handle fits perfect in slender hands,  curated from a split tibia bone.  the demon proudly bares his drawn weapon,  teeth bared and claws sharp with the desire to tear him open.

@9thform​ asked:

“Will you stay, until I fall asleep?”

     Sitting at his bedside, she’d only come to check on him when she was met with the request.

     “Ehhh, of course,” she answers without so much as a moment of hesitation. If there was anything she could do to ease his burden, to make him more comfortable when he truly needed it, than she was more than willing to simply be there. The redhead scoots to sit a bit closer to his side, preparing for a possibly long stay if it was required.

@9thform​ asked: 

“  i want to be more like you  ”

     The look that reflexively crosses her face is one of utter confusion. She stares up at the former Hashira as if he’d spoken a foreign language that was unfamiliar to her. Brow furrowing as her lips hand open in silence, her voice trapped at the back of her throat as she’s left momentarily speechless.

     “B-but... why?” She stammers once she’s able to find her words once again. It didn’t make any sense to her, especially not coming from someone like him.