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

[onemolife]

Are you asking if I need false hope or if liking it should be enough for me?

[cw_suicide]

Both.

[onemolife]

[ Lifting his head a little bit to look at him. Is he still look at their hands? ]

I don't need false hope and for now this is enough for me.

[ Theres another pause. ]

I suppose I should make it even between us. I did get a little more from you than you got from me the other night. Go ahead and ask something personal.

[cw_suicide]

[he is. mostly he's also moving his hand around so he can look at the different angles. hands. they fascinating.

he mulls it over for a moment before asking:]

Early on, Giovanni-kun said something about villains getting a bad rep or something. As someone who'd belong in that category myself, I want to know... why you turned up then?

[onemolife]

[ He has pretty nice hands at least. He'll let him examine them. ]

Would you believe that I was once known as a villain? There were even terrible drawings of me to scare away evil with evil. [ Making a clicking sound with his tongue before he lays his head back on his shoulder. His own gaze is on their hands. ]

There were even rumors that I've killed thousands of people.

[cw_suicide]

What nasty rumors.

[they ain't rumors, huh]

[onemolife]

[ There may be some exaggeration to them. ]

Right? I can't believe what people will say about a person. I'm sure you might have had something similar.

[cw_suicide]

Mm, they do.

There's rumors that I was a demon child prodigy who was right hand to a mafia boss. I think I once heard something about "the one thing Dazai's enemies regret is being Dazai's enemy"...

... there was a rumor that the Boss had a friend of mine killed to force me out because he thought I'd kill him first.

[onemolife]

Ah, those are quite the rumors. I wonder if people have anything better to do than talk?

[ Though that last one. Hm. ]

There's talk about how I brought misfortune to everyone around me and lead my clan to near extinction. That I killed my own Shije and let my Ghost General run wild like a feral dog.

[ There's a hint of bitterness creeping in his words. ]

[cw_suicide]

Shije?

[onemolife]

Onee-san. We weren't related by blood, but we grew up together like family.

[cw_suicide]

What a dreadful rumor. Don't people know they invite misfortune speaking so ill of others?

[onemolife]

[ He's quiet for a moment, before his voice sounds more normal again. ]

Very dreadful. It's usually best not to pay any attention to that sort of rubbish anyways. Oh well, that almost feels like another life altogether at this point.

[cw_suicide]

Enough time away from the rumors does have that effect.

[onemolife]

[ Wiggling the fingers a little ]

Walking a different path helps as well.

[ What a pair they make. ]

Do you want false hope or do you just want what's possible today?

[cw_suicide]

... today.

[honestly way easier to deal with.

probably.]

[onemolife]

Well, today I'm still here to be a tease and you're still here to lend me your shoulder. We don't have to think about anything right now.

[ Time to think of a distraction that isn't their usual... ]

And right now I can tell you a story.

[cw_suicide]

Mm, I do like stories.

[onemolife]

[ Humming a bit. Time to give him something ridiculous then. ]

The story goes that there was once a garden that a poet used to tend. He would bring up flowers with tender care and recite sweet words to them as if they were friends. Affected by the care showered on them, the flowers created a beautiful spirit. She became known as the Damsel of the Annual Flowers.

Many travelers came all over to catch a look at her rumor beauty. Thanks to how she was made, she had a certain fondness to poetry, but only if the person recited it beautifully. She was very, very picky and would throw a flower at your face and kick you out if you got it wrong.