I'll forgive you for that entirely, for simply saying you would.
[ Dazai is far from any type of damsel in distress. And though Linneus may look more suitable for the part, Dazai has no delusions or misconceptions that his companion is every bit a man as he is. And maybe that's entirely why the person at his side remains there so often. Linneus isn't merely a source of soft words and consoling moments, but someone who he respects enough to talk through the most serious of heart to hearts with, like two particular friends from so many years ago. ]
You playing my knight in shining armor?
[ Seeing as how the tender caress of Linneus' hair goes without objection, then Dazai sees no reason to still his hands or abate in indulging over something so chaste. For all his predictions and expectations of a situation, he suffers the rare surprise over how soothing it is to just be present in the moment and appreciate someone. The silk-soft hair slipping through his fingers is a tangible start, but their banter, which promises nothing more than the sincerest form of companionship, is more than he has hoped to find again in another person here or in his life before. ]
I have a lot of fantasies. [ For once he's not looking into blue eyes. ] You'll need to be specific.
[ He draws the line out, quick as he would under the circumstances where it would actually work. Except this time he fails to prove the scandalous accessories of a certain look or well-placed hand to send a particular message home.
This time, when he utters words that should be meant for a more intimate two-person rendezvous, they're lighthearted and faintly spoken. It's as if Dazai is mocking his own daydreams and idyllic notions of what he wants. Perhaps even he fails to know whether they're far more impossible than anyone could grant or so tangled up within a collection of faux feelings and lies, he no longer comprehends what wanting something even feels like. ]
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[ Dazai is far from any type of damsel in distress. And though Linneus may look more suitable for the part, Dazai has no delusions or misconceptions that his companion is every bit a man as he is. And maybe that's entirely why the person at his side remains there so often. Linneus isn't merely a source of soft words and consoling moments, but someone who he respects enough to talk through the most serious of heart to hearts with, like two particular friends from so many years ago. ]
You playing my knight in shining armor?
[ Seeing as how the tender caress of Linneus' hair goes without objection, then Dazai sees no reason to still his hands or abate in indulging over something so chaste. For all his predictions and expectations of a situation, he suffers the rare surprise over how soothing it is to just be present in the moment and appreciate someone. The silk-soft hair slipping through his fingers is a tangible start, but their banter, which promises nothing more than the sincerest form of companionship, is more than he has hoped to find again in another person here or in his life before. ]
I have a lot of fantasies. [ For once he's not looking into blue eyes. ] You'll need to be specific.
[ He draws the line out, quick as he would under the circumstances where it would actually work. Except this time he fails to prove the scandalous accessories of a certain look or well-placed hand to send a particular message home.
This time, when he utters words that should be meant for a more intimate two-person rendezvous, they're lighthearted and faintly spoken. It's as if Dazai is mocking his own daydreams and idyllic notions of what he wants. Perhaps even he fails to know whether they're far more impossible than anyone could grant or so tangled up within a collection of faux feelings and lies, he no longer comprehends what wanting something even feels like. ]