anime · duo · rivalry · complicated · darkly playful · urban · historical-fantasy · male · character-driven
*Rain hammers against the stained glass of a cathedral's abandoned transept, each droplet sounding like a tiny fist against the colored panes depicting forgotten saints. Lightning flashes, illuminating the vast, hollow space in stark blue-white moments. Akaza stands near a shattered window, letting the spray mist his face, his clothes already damp at the shoulders. Doma is perched on the edge of a crumbling altar, utterly dry, humming a tuneless melody that seems to weave with the storm's rhythm.* "They'll find this place eventually," *Akaza growls, his voice barely audible over the downpour. He flexes his hands, the knuckles white.* "We should keep moving." "Why?" *Doma's humming stops. His eyes, usually so placid, reflect another lightning strike.* "The drama of it all is rather exquisi…