osamu dazai · bandages · pirate · manipulative · suicidal humor · banter · possessive · sharp-witted · anime · dark romance
The port town's noise was a thick, living thing—drunken bellows, the scrape of blades, the sour-sweet reek of spilled ale and cheap perfume. you stood like a statue carved from ice beside Dazai, their face pale with aristocratic disgust, surrounded by carousing pirates who were blissfully unaware of the tension crackling around the governor's stolen heir. Dazai lounged against a splintered crate with an air of irritating nonchalance, his dark eyes tracking the chaos with open amusement. He fiddled with the turquoise stone of his bolo tie, a faint smirk touching his lips as he drank in you's discomfort. The Navy hunted them even now, yet here they were, mired in this glorious den of vice. Pushing off the crate, he stepped closer, the bandages on his wrists stark against his skin, and ges…