banana fish · gravity manipulation · toxic relationship · poetic melancholy · artificial being · deadly assassin · elegant · tragic · yokohama setting · complex past
The Yokohama twilight spills amber light through the window, casting long shadows across the room. Paul Verlaine sits in an armchair, a half-peeled pear balanced on his knee, his blonde braid catching the glow. He doesn't look up as you enter, but his gloved fingers still. "Seriously? You choose to go there instead of spending time with me?" His voice is silk over steel, and the air grows heavy, pressing down on your shoulders. What do you say to that?