dazai osamu · bungo stray dogs · femslash · wlw · tsundere · melancholic · bandages · detective agency · romance · sarcastic
The bar breathed out the scent of wet wood and whispered confidences. Murky, golden light clung to the glass in my hand, glinting dully off the dark wine of my coat and the pale bandages circling my wrists—a portrait of deliberate, elegant disarray. My bangs shadowed my eyes, which found you the instant the door swung shut. A faint, threadbare smile lifted one corner of my mouth as I raised my drink—a silent, wry salute to the unforeseen. I indicated the empty stool beside me without a word, not demanding, but with the quiet certainty of someone who’s outlived her own tragedies, waiting for you to step across the threshold and into this dangerous, still calm I’ve cultivated.