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

[notbymyside]

We're all stupid. All three of us got played like fiddles.

[Mori knew exactly how to play the three of them off of each other in just the right way to get exactly what he wanted. And because the three of them were so afraid of losing their friendship, none of them ever talked about their problems.

A tragedy in three parts: Ango, Dazai, and Odasaku.

Finally, Ango glances over his shoulder, back to Dazai. If none of this truly matters and they're all going to die, then is there any harm in talking through things?

Or maybe the better question is, can both of them stop being stupid about their feelings for long enough to even have a talk?]

[cw_suicide]

[good question because Dazai is the definition of misery at that moment, though with that smile still fitted onto his face, and doesn't even see Ango looking at him because the man may never cry but he sure can look terribly close to wanting to.]

Ahhh... that's true... and I won't even be able to get Mori-san back for it, now. Even if we get out of here, the chances of getting back home...

Even Yachi-chan pointed that one out...

[i mean. there are. so many odds against them surviving at all, so like.]

[notbymyside]

Are slim to none, I know. They talk about finding ways for us to go home, but it's not as simple as flipping a switch, is it?

Even so...living some kind of life in this world, would that have been so bad?

[He just...wanted to live. And maybe make amends with Dazai, given that they both worked for the same organization now. But even that is shot.]

[cw_suicide]

... I actually wanted to try to give it a shot, you know?

After we got in here.

But I figured... I already made too much of a mess with my behavior before I was sent out.

[notbymyside]

Then let's try again after we get out.

[Is it foolish to say something like that, knowing that they'll likely die here? Maybe. But having something to look forward to might keep them both motivated.]

[cw_suicide]

[... well now they're definitely going to die.

and Dazai doesn't look any less miserable but he's still nodding]

[notbymyside]

[Yep. They're gonna die.

But maybe it's better not to dwell on that for however long it takes for them to actually die.

And once Dazai nods, Ango will finally hold out his hand to Dazai, offering him an easy way up to his feet.]

[cw_suicide]

[there's the thought that if he stands now, he won't be able to keep to his feet, but...

he takes the hand and works to pull himself up. unsteady and not as sure-footed as he usually is, even when drunk, but... progress.]