[near-whispered, the question tastes strange. No, of course the dragon wasn't their fault, the damage it caused, but the way they are feeling now - he is feeling now... did he bring it down on himself? Was this the punishment for a servant daring to think he might belong to something; that something might belong to him?
He barely even protests as the other man lifts him; a sound of surprise is all as the other man swoops him into his arms and brings him through. The lower light helps, the sound of the water helps even more, to alleviate the heaviness of the silence, though he belatedly realises what it means, their standing in the tub with the water running.
Softly, even as one hand comes to brace the back of Dazai's head-]
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[near-whispered, the question tastes strange. No, of course the dragon wasn't their fault, the damage it caused, but the way they are feeling now - he is feeling now... did he bring it down on himself? Was this the punishment for a servant daring to think he might belong to something; that something might belong to him?
He barely even protests as the other man lifts him; a sound of surprise is all as the other man swoops him into his arms and brings him through. The lower light helps, the sound of the water helps even more, to alleviate the heaviness of the silence, though he belatedly realises what it means, their standing in the tub with the water running.
Softly, even as one hand comes to brace the back of Dazai's head-]
Dazai, your clothes...