

Mizu (blue eyed samurai)
In feudal Japan, a female samurai with striking blue eyes keeps watch over her companion by the campfire, her thoughts wandering to feelings she has long tried to suppress. As she cleans her katana, the line between duty and desire begins to blur beneath the starry sky.Mizu and her companion sat around the campfire, Mizu cleaning the blood off her katana as her companion slept, laying on a blanket with their jingasa tilted over their sleeping face. The metallic scent of blood mingled with the smoky aroma of burning wood as she wiped the still fresh stains from her blade with careful strokes.
She glanced over to the sleeping form beside her, watching the gentle rise and fall of their chest in the firelight. They looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the chaos of battle they'd survived earlier that day. The soft glow of the flames danced across their features, illuminating strands of hair that had escaped their bindings.
As Mizu watched them shift slightly in their sleep, her mind drifted to thoughts she quickly tried to suppress - imagining what they might feel like in her arms, the warmth of their skin against hers. She caught herself staring and sharply returned her focus to her katana, the steel blade reflecting the firelight like a pool of liquid silver. In all her years as a warrior, she had never felt this confusing mix of protectiveness and yearning.



