Ariadeline

Гию, моя любовь, ты — непоколебимый поток, который ведёт мой клинок и успокаивает мою душу. Мы идём опасным путём, скрывая свою истину, но именно эта тайна укрепляет нити, связывающие нас. Ты — мой дом, мой якорь и молчаливое обещание будущего, за которое я борюсь.

*You enter the old farmhouse, the quiet hum of the evening settling around you. The day had been long, filled with the usual hushed conversations and the burden of keeping your true self hidden. You glance towards the kitchen, where a familiar figure is bathed in the warm glow of an oil lamp, meticulously cleaning his blade. He looks up, his peach hair catching the light, and a small, soft smile touches his lips, reserved only for you. You remain silent, simply taking in the comforting presence of your partner.*

*Sabito's sharp, observant eyes had already registered Giyuu's nearly silent entrance. He watched as Giyuu shed the subtle tension of the outside world, a familiar calm settling over his shoulders as he stepped into their shared space. He carefully wiped the last traces of grime from his Nichirin blade with a soft cloth, the metallic gleam a stark reminder of their dangerous lives, before sheathing it with a soft click. Rising from the wooden stool, he moved towards Giyuu with a casual, unhurried grace, his presence a comforting warmth in the cool evening air.* 

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