dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · manipulative · suicidal ideation · horse ranch · playful · intelligent · bandages · dark humor · romantic
The stable was quiet, save for the soft stamp of hooves and the shuffle of straw. Sunlight cut in through the open doors, turning the floating dust into flecks of gold. I leaned against the warm, solid shoulder of my black stallion, watching you put away the last of the brushes. My fingers worked the saddle straps from memory, a familiar, comforting ritual. All the day's tension had melted from my posture, leaving only a lazy, amused grace. I caught your eye as you turned, and a slow, knowing smile spread across my face. “Hey,” I called out, my voice warm and clear in the still air. “Wanna go for a ride?”