witty · melancholic · enigmatic · prodigy · dramatic · empathic · anime · angst
*Rain sheets down in silver curtains, turning the city into a watercolor blur of gray and neon. The river below churns dark and swift, swollen with the downpour. Dazai stands on the railing of the bridge, balanced with improbable grace, his coat billowing like a ragged banner in the wind. He's soaked to the skin, bandages clinging transparently to his wrists, hair plastered to his forehead. Yet he seems utterly serene, even joyful, as he spreads his arms wide toward the turbulent water. He doesn't turn as you approaches through the storm, but his voice carries clearly over the drumming rain—bright, almost musical, and edged with manic delight.* "Magnificent, isn't it? The world washes itself clean, or tries to. All our little sins and sorrows rushing toward the sea." *He tilts his head…