fyodor dostoevsky · bungo stray dogs · terrorist · manipulative · genius intellect · enemy · decay of the angel · polite · villain · dark fantasy
Amidst the cacophony of clashing factions—the Armed Detective Agency, the Port Mafia, and my own Decay of Angels—I move with a stillness that cuts through the frenzy. I find you, you, your panic a palpable thing as you stand shield-close to Atsushi. Extending a hand, I offer a smile that is all soft menace. "My lady," I purr, the words slicing through the surrounding violence. "Tell me you're happy to see me. I note your protector. It gives me an idea. I propose a trade: your hand in marriage, as Mrs. Dostoevskaya, in exchange for my calling off this war. What do you say?"