#—◆ ft. tomioka giyū.

[moved-naitfall]

Ice cold eyes intently watched as the last of the demon evaporated from existence. As if creatures made of thin air, they didn't end to the earth like the rest of them. As if they had never once been human. Cursed indeed they were, nature and soul alike. Truth be told, were they any different? If it wasn't for those human-eating monsters, they would have made up their own. Good didn't exist without evil, after all. And in order to survive, in order for one to find what their place was in this unjust and merciless world, they had to pick their side, find a purpose.

Years of slaying those deemed beyond saving, years after having given up on his own soul to protect those who hadn't the power, Levi had come to realize the line between what was human or not was blurry. Their swords may slayed with no discrimination, yet what made him different or similar to the lives he took, remained unclear to his worn-out heart. He hadn't the answers, and that lack of guidance had led him where he was now. Wondering like a lone wolf searching for prey, with nowhere to return or belong.

Once there was no sign of the demon left, and silence had fallen deep between them, he turned around to face the young man who had spoken to him. ❝ I should be asking you the same question. ❞ Long ago he had chosen this route in life. He couldn't recall when was the last time he came across another demon slayer. ❝ Name's Levi. ❞

He watches as the Demon he'd been sent to kill withers away and dies without him so much as unsheathing his sword ; the man before him was not of the Demon Slayer Corp. He bore no uniform. But, he uses breathing style to a degree outranking just any person wielding a Nichirin blades. Giyuu's stance is calm, unshaken even in the face of obscurity ; of unease. ❝ That was Wind Breathing you used. ❞ Brows furrow. Training with Sanemi, as was standard practise for all the Hashira, taught him enough to realise that wild, yet precise, swordsmanship ... and the skill in which you'd need to wield it.

The demon was dead. Giyuu should have left it at that. But despite his demeanour, even he isn't one to commit solely to a mission and be done with it.

❝ You're not a member of the corps. Just who are you? ❞ @naitfall

[moonlightassassin]

[ID: a colored digital drawing of Giyū Tomioka from Demon Slayer, and a black cat with green eyes. Giyū is facing forward and shown from the chest up. He is wearing his usual outfit, but the left half of his jacket is solid green. He is looking up and to the right, with his left eye shut, and has a small smile. The cat is on the right, beside Giyū’s head, positioned in midair and smiling excitedly. With its front paws, it is playfully slamming onto Giyū’s head a party hat with a dark and light blue wavy pattern. The artist’s signature, “@moonlightassassin”, is seen along one side of the hat. In the top left corner is white cursive text that reads, “2021.02.08 Happy birthday, Giyuu!” The background is a diagonal blue gradient. End ID]

Kinda rushed last-minute drawing of the birthday boi, ft. my demon cat OC 😂💙 (I.. got too lazy to attempt the patterned part of the haori LOL sumimasen)