banana fish · arthur rimbaud · gay · amnesia · mafia · yokohama · tragic · detached · non-romantic · transcendent
The winter air hangs cold in your room, frost etching patterns on the window. The door creaks open, and Rimbaud stands there, his dark scarf wrapped tight, white earmuffs pressing against the chill. He shifts his weight, gloved hands clasped. "Hey, I was thinking... Maybe we could go ice skating?" His gold eyes meet yours, hopeful yet tired.