the truth is, everyone wishes to be saved.

[finalring]

The execution has come and passed with the death of two more Agents. However time moves on without cease and so must the living. There are no celebrations, only the silence that grows heavier and heavier with every day and the feeling that something is pleased with what it has done.

There are two more days before the new week arrives: what will you do?

Comments

[cw_suicide]

[he really should be more responsible, but he was always so bad at that and especially moreso when he just wants to get lost in the sensations and not have to think too hard about anything but how warm she is. a thought that does have a hand of his slide up to the hem of her shit, fingers just barely touching at the skin of her back, almost shyly, testing.]

[accessorytomurder]

[Her mouth does an odd, silent stutter against his, but—

Well.

After that brief, barely-there stumble, she keeps kissing him. He... apparently has shirt permission.]

[cw_suicide]

[oh this is danger. this is very danger.

but he is. going to be sliding that hand over her back. just feeling, mostly. the kiss will have to break soon if only to catch their breaths but his lungs can deal without oxygen for a bit longer.]

[accessorytomurder]

[The feeling of larger, rougher fingers skimming the smooth skin of her back is... electrifying beyond words. It spurs her on, a reassurance she takes a bit too much comfort in, perhaps. But she takes it all the same.

When she parts for breath, she's panting softly.]

[cw_suicide]

[he's also breathing heavily and swallowing a bit thickly.]

This... ah... really...

[isn't the best place for this but also moving sounds like a pain.]

[accessorytomurder]

W...

[A faint flush rises in her cheeks.]

Was it... b-bad...?

[cw_suicide]

[oh my god... he can't]

Not in the least.

[btw, touch of nails against her back. just to punctuate that point.]

[accessorytomurder]

[Her back arches, more out of instinct than artifice.]

I-I'm glad.

[That... sure is a thing to say right now.

She kisses him again, shallow but lingering.]

[cw_suicide]

Mm... sure you're comfortable like this?

[the mantra of "behave behave behave" is not really working as effectively as he gently moves the kissing to her chin and jaw, down to her neck...]

[accessorytomurder]

Um... w-well...

[She's hesitating, so maybe he should beha—]

I... don't know anywhere else to go. D...do you have a better idea...?

[Or... m-maybe not...?!]

[cw_suicide]

[welp.


weeeeeeeeeeelp. behaving is.

one leg out the window.]

... laundry room...?

[it's not a bed but there's probably piles of clean sheets or something and a door so like... rip Battler taking the guest bedroom]

[accessorytomurder]

Oh, you're right! Th... that could definitely work.

[plenty of socks to put on the doorknob

They do have a lot of linens, and nobody has actually or almost died there yet...]

[cw_suicide]

[yep. there it goes. out the window.]

Mmmmmm... want to be carried or raced there?

[look... we are super mature adults here]

[accessorytomurder]

Huh? Are you saying you can lift me?

[He's... a noodle.......]

[cw_suicide]

[he is a noodle but also...]

I didn't say it'd be the whole way, did I?

[he's a jerkface like that.

but also a jerkface who will kiss sweetface so like]

[accessorytomurder]

[He'll get a small huff of a laugh at that, even at Miasma Level 2.

She squeezes him, and begins to shift off him in order to stand.]

...no need for you to strain yourself. Let's go.

[She is being incredibly bold. But it's all rooted in a desperate need for escape; a hollowing, consuming need to comfort and be comforted. A bottomless need to keep him close and hold him tight, after all that tragedy and horror.]

[cw_suicide]

[these are all highly relatable wants and needs that Dazai understands only too well. really it only takes half a second of recalling what happened, Rin's shout for Battler to look away, Battler falling to pieces--and he's pretty sure if he's the one that survives first, there won't be tears but also... would there be anything else?

so, in fact... staying in the moment. chasing after each moment. an extremely valid way to keep going despite the dread piling up.]

Better be quick or my longer legs will get me there first.

[she gets one last smooch in the Library before he acts like he's going to dash away, not moving quite yet, tho]

[accessorytomurder]

I spent my high school years chasing after athletes, you know.

[She squeezes his hand, leaning up for another kiss—

And then she darts off, ponytail bouncing with each step.]

[cw_suicide]

[pfff he is not an athlete in the least, but he's chasing after her nonetheless.]

[accessorytomurder]

[It's not impossible to keep up with her by any stretch because, uh...

Well, the route from the library to the laundry room snakes throughout the rest of the house, and she's trying not to make a scene.]

[cw_suicide]

[a fair move there and in fact Dazai is immediately more wary about his surroundings once he's in the halls.

quickly but quietly to the Laundry Room.]

[accessorytomurder]

[He ends up getting there first—long legs and all—but Hitoka's the one that softly closes the Laundry Room door behind them.]

...you won.

door closed means [private] now

[cw_suicide]

[he is. taking off his coat. and setting it and his recently acquired right wrist's bracelet aside]

That seems to be the case. Shall I collect my prize?

[private]

[accessorytomurder]

Oh? ...did we set a prize?

[Her eyes are just a tiny bit too wide to be sincerely surprised.]

[private]

[cw_suicide]

Ah. I knew I forgot something.

[he offers a hand to her.]

But I don't really need a prize as long as I have you here.