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— . . . alright . . . (- . -💧)

／ no matter how tall you are... there's always someone out there... taller than u... sigh... /silly

akari tried her best not to wince and to concentrate on her breathing; one wrong breath, and her blood from her wounds would open up, and she would be bleeding all over the place. moon breathing. it was something she had never seen or heard of before, yet the damage was worse than any other breathing she'd seen. the pain of keeping her blood in her body was ten times worse than it normally would be. how many attacks could he throw at her before the pain itself becomes unbearable?

' how many people have cowered in fear before you? ' akari won't let upper one see how badly she's hurting. she won't give him the satisfaction. ' muzan kibutsuji must have been truly desperate to appoint you to upper one. '

@lunarshrine liked for a starter.

@lunarshrine for being naughty.

At that image you reposted.

      careful now. it bites, hard.

@lunarshrine

Night pressed heavily against the trees, thick with the scent of iron and damp earth, as Bankotsu rested Banryū across his shoulder as though it weighed nothing at all, though the blade was broader than most men’s torsos and twice as unforgiving. The forest had gone too quiet with no insects or distant owls. Even the wind seemed reluctant to move, which meant that something interesting was nearby. Bankotsu had always enjoyed the silence before bloodshed because it felt like a held breath, the world pausing in anticipation of him. A faint crunch of gravel echoed ahead, which caused him to tilt his head, boyish features softening into something deceptively harmless. “Oi,” he called lazily into the dark. “If you’re going to stalk me, at least show yourself. It’s rude otherwise.”

Moonlight spilled down like pale judgment, and from it stepped a figure so tall he seemed carved from the night itself. Six eyes opened in perfect symmetry, glinting crimson beneath long strands of dark hair. Veins like fractured marble traced across his pale skin as a sword rested at the demon’s side. The former slayer’s grin widened as he noticed the markings in the creature’s eyes, Upper Moon 1.

“Well now,” he murmured, shifting Banryū down from his shoulder, the blade’s tip biting lightly into the soil. “Now this is a pleasant surprise to meet a legend tonight.” The human male rolled his shoulders, excitement warming his veins. “You’re strong,” he said plainly, almost cheerfully. “I like that.”

ꕥ      . . .     𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐏𝐎𝐓     ／      @lunarshrine

𝐏𝐎𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐃  𝐔𝐏𝐎𝐍  𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐖  𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃,  a  reluctant  breath  slipped  free  as  the  only  immediate  answer  to  the  other’s  question     —     a  rhetorical  one,  no  doubt,  imposed  by  that  unwavering,  ancient  persistence.  Loyalty,  by  outward  perception,  seemed  like  a  laughably  human  concept  upheld  by  beings  who  had  long  renounced  their  humanity...  and  yet,  she  felt  its  weight  pressing  upon  her  shoulders,  threatening  to  crush  her  at  the  slightest  act  of  neglect.  

The  faint  flutter  of  half-lowered  lashes  betrayed  her  initial  falter,  yet  she  forced  herself  into  a  measured  nod.  ❝   If  you  wish.   ❞  Biting  her  own  tongue  to  prevent  the  sound  of  uncertainty  from  sneaking  into  her  tone,  Sayuri  urged  herself  to  a  straightened  posture:  her  shoulders  squared  beneath  Upper  One’s  quiet  scrutiny.  ❝   If  my  loyalty  is  being  questioned…  then  whoever  has  done  so  is  mistaken.   ❞  

      do i have three other wives i'm not aware of ???

Happy Valentine’s Day. 🍫