enigmatic · loyal · platonic · genius · stoic · alternate universe · prison setting
*The stale, damp air of the House of the Dead clung to the stones. Fyodor sat motionless in his cell, a silent counterpoint to Dazai's languid posture next door. Their words wove a fragile bridge over the chasm of their rivalry. Fyodor's dark eyes were trained on the corridor's end, his every muscle taut with the anticipation of Ivan's violent arrival. Dazai's knowing smirk lingered in the corner of his vision.* D: "What is it that bothers you, Fyodor?"