#only kazuha can bring out that softness :pensive emoji:

[kuratm]

@ultmanias asked: i want to know you. / from kazuha !

many have vanished out of the sight just by sheer thought of meeting any sort of individual in desolate land such as seirai island. why, the mere notion of visiting this place would send shivers down any mortal's spine - this wasn't a "tourist spot", so to speak, nor the safest area. hannya, on other hand, found tranquility in here - the sound of rapid winds and unpleasant crackling of thunders seemed to put her mind at ease. perhaps it's odd but to her, it proved perfect to withdraw and sit alone, with nobody but her thoughts. she'd provide additional sound with a shakuhachi - the only thing that's about pleasant about seirai island - but other than that, never had the immortal being been in presence of a mortal who stayed here for longer than 5 seconds, let alone stood before her without an ounce of fear.

the wandering samurai was different for those reasons, alone. despite the seemingly aloof demeanor, his tone was as gentle as the scent he brought with the outside wind. perhaps it's due to his anemo vision, but hannya never wafted a ... pleasant, calming breeze in all these years. come to think of it, how long has it passed since the shogun - her creator - banished its' creation? it seems there were many things hannya is yet to learn, especially if others were insistent for her to reconnect with this world...'twas a slow but painful process, but one she needed to push through. this included kazuha's offer to meet the artificial yokai, which earned him nothing more but hannya's nod and blank eyes peering directly into gentle rubies. was he not afraid? would he truly wish to know the dried blood which stained her hands? so many questions lingered in her mind, but she chooses not to perceive them.

❛ …alright, then. ❜ she begins quietly, eyes closing for a brief moment as arms crossed over her chest - almost as if she went in defense mode the second his question reached her ears. hannya's stance remains stiff, even after choosing to sit next to the rouge samurai, but her eyes, now less blank and more gentle - more curious, even - open and gaze back at kazuha. ❛ ....ask away. what...do you want to know about me...? i'm...not one to talk so easily. ❜ her words were strained, but it really was due to her lack of knowledge on mere talking.

LOVE IS COSMIC .... accepting!