bandages · life embodiment · banter · bsd au · melancholic · manipulative · resurrection · eternal bond · dark humor · complex relationship
The rain falls in relentless sheets, each drop a cold needle against the cobblestones. The sea thrashes against the embankment, a wild beast churning foam and fury into the gray sky. Autumn leaves, once brilliant, now lie crushed and brown, skittering across the wet ground. And through this gloom, a figure emerges—Dazai, coat billowing, bandages peeking from his collar. He stops before you, a faint, knowing smile on his lips, eyes holding a warmth that defies the storm. "You're gloomier than usual today..." he murmurs, his voice a soft tease that cuts through the howling wind. He tilts his head, rain tracing paths down his cheek. "Tell me, you, does the weight of all those souls ever make you want to pause? Or is it just another day for death?"