#moonchains

Expressions meme | Not accepting!

dark  lashes  flutter  against  cheekbones  as  brows  knit  together               ,               gaze  quizzical               .               a  demon               ,               not  even  one  who  was  once  her  patient               ,               seeking             her           out             ?           no               ,               not  just  any  demon               ————————               an  upper  moon               .               her  death  is  inevitable               ,               her  days  have             always  been  numbered               ,               but  not  at  all  did  she  suspect             that  man           to  send  his  number  one  after  her               .               was  she  really             that           elusive             ?                ❛         well             ?           say  something               .          ❜

For @moonchains​

This isn't fair. They never said...no one ever said anything about a morphed demon being in the Selection Grounds; it's just supposed to be low leveled demons. So why....they must have known...how could they not? 

Did Urokodaki-san lie to him? He must have....but why?

Sabito still has a death grip on his broken nichirin blade, snapped very near the hilt by the demon with multiple hands and a neck like iron. He’s staring up at the night sky, his mind racing with what he’s sure are his dying thoughts. He barely escaped with his life, having managed to drag himself out of the grounds and through the wisteria, so he wouldn't be followed when another student stumbled upon him being ripped apart and startled the demon into dropping him. Not that it will matter for much longer; both of his legs have been ripped off at the thigh, his ribs have been crushed, and his left arm has been degloved.

....Is this really how it ends? What about Giyu...is he safe? What was the POINT of all of this?!

‘Is this...really how I die...like Makomo and...all the others...?’

     “ Shut up before I throw some dirt in ya eyes, Bitch ! “     The dust settled.     The surrounding structures cut and diced; their decent to the ground was swift and loud but there he stood.     Unscathed ( partially ) his haori cut and if it was not for his keen senses, then he would become like said structures.     Insult was thrown against insult but lucky for him, The Pillar was well versed in comebacks.     An inhumane cackle escaped his throat as he danced between distorted crescents.     Without a single movement wasted, He hurled a vortex of wind towards the abomination before gaining distance.      “ You’re a real freak ----- Ya’ know that? “     Veins protruded madly.     Not a single feature hid.     His features was all to see as well as his anger for things ALL DEMON. 

Uta had waited for him, when he had finally followed so many decades after, after she and their child had been so cruelly taken, his dreams of a simple life with his family along with them. Eyes of obsidian, just like his blade, shining so brightly the moment Yoriichi had gathered his bearings, but--

His twin. Yoriichi had wanted, had wanted to being Michikatsu with him, to end his suffering, his shame, dragged about by a chain he placed upon his own throat, and yet...he had been unable. Unable to deal such damage to his own flesh and blood, nothing more than a healed cut, a slashed collar, but not enough, never enough. Yoriichi had instinctively held himself back for even faced with such malice, six eyes reflecting the same light of that bloodied moon, he had still seen his twin. How could he, how could he take his head, this only family left in this world, even as Yoriichi knew, knew he would last no longer.

Left behind, left to continue that shameful path, devouring humans, carving out such a place in hell for himself instead.

He had failed to protect Uta, and their child. He had failed to protect, to find Michikatsu. And then, he had failed him again--truly, he must have no worth, the blessings of gods little more than twisted jokes at both their expense, and Yoriichi, held back by such regret, he...

Waited.

And waited.

And waited.

Uta had waited for him, he knew she would understand.

It was alright, Yoriichi had always been patient, even if that guilt still bit at him, even if regret still clung so heavily. After everything, it is the very least he could do isn't it?

And, finally, after so long--and Yoriichi initially only smiles so softly, so sadly, as much as he would like to go to Michikatsu, to pull him close, to reassure, to bow and beg forgiveness, to forgive, to offer all the things he should have offered centuries ago, should have offered as soon as that fateful night in the forest, meeting him again.

How different could their lives have gone then?

It is too late for that now.

Subconscious, the way his hands twitch, and yet still holding himself back, desiring to allow Michikatsu the choice, the first move.

pats kaigaku’s tiny junior on the head. it’s okay. he’s trying to learn for a greater cause, trust the six eyed dude.

@moonchains​ sent :  " you have called for me, child... and i have come. " lips pursed, pale as six eyes looked down on the boy wielding his brother's tokens, feeling them resonate with the flute against his own chest ; the first moon holds statuary stance, and yet his gaze holds a rare kind of patience so typical of ancient warriors like him. " what is it that required me ... to present myself in here ? "

❛ there’s something i want to show you.  ❜ -- or someone. he was not sure how kokushibou would react, if there were to be any reaction at all, but it was worth a try. a deep inhale, shoulders rising and lungs filling with the forest air, he anticipates for anything. he motioned his hand for the warrior to follow through the path -- just a little further, he thought, a somber smile slowly growing between his lips. when they’ve reached the meadow, who or what was waiting for them was still there. tanjiro turned around, maroon eyes softening. just one step to the side, and there, he welcomed kokushibou with someone he’d like him to meet -- -