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?

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[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.

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[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.]