".. Who.. are you?"

Muzan wandered beneath the moon, still empty-handed in his endless search for the Blue Spider Lily. His steps slowed when a faint sweetness led him to a quiet garden, where a plum tree stood in bloom. For the first time in centuries, calmness touched him.

Beneath falling petals, something unexpected began—an unspoken bond. A love in pending.

~slowburn~

I'M BACK, after all this time, really sorry, but dw, i finally had an idea. this took quite a while, though i think this will have a few errors. Anyway, enjoy!