nobody's in the mood for recording 6.9: the post-trial garden tea "party"

[tsunderine]

The flowers that bloomed at the end of the trial are ones that only seem to prove, continuously, that the road to hell is paved with good intentions.

Of course, it's only natural that many of the people are full of mixed emotions - grief? sadness? anger? frustration? maybe something else completely different?

But it's there, along with the end of the week.

Miasma still continues to be around, of course - but make use of the fact that this might be the last time it'll be at a low level one before it shoots up again.


Well.

Life continues as usual, disregarding any feelings that any of the house's occupants might be feeling.

So what are you doing these next two days?

Comments

[accessorytomurder]

[She wasn't about to hit him or say anything cruel. This, she believes, hits that point between what he wants, what he might need, and what she can give him.

Her fingers work into his hair, and her nails dig into his scalp.]

[cw_suicide]

[she not wrong

it's like each action pulls out some of the tension and he's letting his brain disengage from the knots its been tying itself into. he does pull back a bit to give a small, but not unappreciative hiss at the nails, a faint laugh coming up.]

Bold, Yacchan...

[accessorytomurder]

...i-it's what you need, right?

[She tugs at his hair and after a beat of consideration, presses a small nip to his jawline.]

[cw_suicide]

[his head tilts with the tug and then to allow for the nipping.]

Ah... probably. [distractions are really effective, ngl] But... what about Yacchan...?

[accessorytomurder]

[She keeps at it, following the line towards his neck.]

I... want to take care of s-somebody else right now. Is... is that okay?

[cw_suicide]

So long as I get to dote at some point.

[not that this is exactly "doting" but like. for him, it kind of is. but he's making his point by letting a hand go up her back, like one would do when comforting a person. kinda.]

[accessorytomurder]

...when it's time to be gentle, you can.

[She hesitates again, just a beat, doing that quick judgement one more time before biting down on the side of his bandage-covered neck, as firmly as she dares.]

[cw_suicide]

[he lets his head thunk back against the wall, low noise in his throat before something like a strained laugh escapes.]

Makes sense.

[accessorytomurder]

[If it hadn't been for his injuries, she would'v suggested a massage; that at least she had some familiarity with, digging fingers into abused or knotted muscles to prevent further stress. This, she convinces herself as she tugs on his hair to get more neck-space to work with, is basically the same thing.

...

No, it isn't at all, really. But she tells herself that anyways, because otherwise she'll explode in a flustered mess or worse; have to actually think about why he needs this.

About... what happened.]

R-Remember to l-let me know when you need to switch.

[cw_suicide]

Ah, probably... now's fine.

Anymore and I'll forget how to be gentle.

[his voice is a bit airy when he says it, but he reaches up a hand to cup her face to redirect her back toward his face.]

[accessorytomurder]

...okay.

[She lets him guide her, then shifts on her own. As promised, she gently, gently presses a kiss to his forehead. To the bridge of his nose. To his cheek.

To his mouth, chaste and brief.]

Can I hug you again?

[cw_suicide]

Mm...

[time to pull a Yachi in close for a hug.]

Whenever's fine.

[accessorytomurder]

[She dusts another kiss over his cheek and loosens her fingers, gently combing them through his hair.]

...Hey, Dazai-kun?

[cw_suicide]

[hairpets tho... who knew how nice.

he tilts his head into her touch]

Yeah?

[accessorytomurder]

[She wraps her arms around him, still skimming them softly over his scalp in lazy shapes and loops.]

I'm here. Right now... I'm right here with you. Okay?

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[cw_suicide]

[oh.

that's a feel he doesn't know so well but he's reminded of the week before when he was the one saying it to Yachi.

... was that only a week ago????]

[cw_suicide]

[something says to hold tighter so he does, ducking his head down a bit. letting onto the overwhelm from the past few hours with a bit a relieved laugh.]

Yeah.

[accessorytomurder]

[She shifts up on her knees so she can tuck his head beneath her chin and against her chest, swaying back and forth slightly.]

Things... things aren't okay. We're not o-okay. But, um... we're here, and we're together. And that's something a-all on its own.

[cw_suicide]

[this is newish territory and he's mostly just letting her do what she feels is best but he's also nodding along and working on... grounding himself.]

Right... we're still here.

[accessorytomurder]

And we're together.

[She's firm about that point. Because—well, because for all he's told her, and all he hasn't, she thinks that this Osamu Dazai has been alone for far, far too long. Far too many times.

She squeezes him, her voice soft.]

Right?

[cw_suicide]

[here. now. not the future. he has to remind himself because a-ahaha...]

Right...

[accessorytomurder]

[She tugs his hair—just a bit, this time, to makes sure she has his attention.]

I-I'm going to be... really hypocritical for a moment, okay? But, um... Leave tomorrow's worries for tomorrow. Don't borrow stress or trouble ahead of time.

1/2

[cw_suicide]

[brains are bad. it's why it's so hard for him not to think ahead

he's lifting his head to look at her with a wane smile giving that much away]

I can try.

[probably poorly, but.]

[cw_suicide]

[anyway, his turn for some doting. which is to say: time to smooch a Yachi]

[accessorytomurder]

[She's so intent on her own doting that she meets the smooch with a blink of wide-eyed surprise, briefly. She melts in the next, soft and warm and grateful for the affection.]