Well, that's hardly the most entertaining way to share one's deepest desires.
[ The things kept locked away within the confines of Dazai's head extend far beyond rudimentary terms like 'gruesome' and 'horrifying'. He's seen, known and dealt with the worst sort of evils. The likes of such wickedness should never be known by anyone with a heart untouched by evil, let alone witnessed with their own eyes.
It's truly a blessing none so far have accidentally glanced within his mind, considering how many do have extraordinary abilities. ]
Oh? Are you quite sure you have the stamina for that?
[ As dissimilar the pair may appear, they mirror one another with their defense mechanisms and habits of keeping others (emotionally) out of reach of their hearts. So when Linneus breeches that painfully familiar territory of arms-length flirtations, Dazai can effortlessly don the facade of some flirtatious rogue in order to serve them back. It's easier this way, to pretend he's never felt as deeply as he does, nor harbors all the endless weight of every single emotion that comes with suffering life, love and loss as intensely as Dazai truly does.
If only that were the truth. It would have saved him the kind of bone-deep wounds heartache bestows; festering and growing septic instead of healing as time goes by. ]
Because I might take you up on that offer...
[ Suddenly intent on behaving themselves, Dazai's hands settle themselves elsewhere, pressed against the blanket to prop him up throughout the casual banter. And perhaps it's this sample of Dazai's body language that's more telling of his mood than any of his words, which fall into the space between them far too casually. The distance is comfortable, comes without demands, and simply retains the earlier air of amicable companionship he doesn't have to over-think. ]
And keep you up well into the night with all my sordid fantasies.
[ Dazai is always in trouble, but dwelling on that is pointless. So he dodges the question with a little wink and the lopsided tug of a smile that's meant to lighten a mood he's responsible for making too heavy. ]
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[ The things kept locked away within the confines of Dazai's head extend far beyond rudimentary terms like 'gruesome' and 'horrifying'. He's seen, known and dealt with the worst sort of evils. The likes of such wickedness should never be known by anyone with a heart untouched by evil, let alone witnessed with their own eyes.
It's truly a blessing none so far have accidentally glanced within his mind, considering how many do have extraordinary abilities. ]
Oh? Are you quite sure you have the stamina for that?
[ As dissimilar the pair may appear, they mirror one another with their defense mechanisms and habits of keeping others (emotionally) out of reach of their hearts. So when Linneus breeches that painfully familiar territory of arms-length flirtations, Dazai can effortlessly don the facade of some flirtatious rogue in order to serve them back. It's easier this way, to pretend he's never felt as deeply as he does, nor harbors all the endless weight of every single emotion that comes with suffering life, love and loss as intensely as Dazai truly does.
If only that were the truth. It would have saved him the kind of bone-deep wounds heartache bestows; festering and growing septic instead of healing as time goes by. ]
Because I might take you up on that offer...
[ Suddenly intent on behaving themselves, Dazai's hands settle themselves elsewhere, pressed against the blanket to prop him up throughout the casual banter. And perhaps it's this sample of Dazai's body language that's more telling of his mood than any of his words, which fall into the space between them far too casually. The distance is comfortable, comes without demands, and simply retains the earlier air of amicable companionship he doesn't have to over-think. ]
And keep you up well into the night with all my sordid fantasies.
[ Dazai is always in trouble, but dwelling on that is pointless. So he dodges the question with a little wink and the lopsided tug of a smile that's meant to lighten a mood he's responsible for making too heavy. ]