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]

[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.

[private]

[accessorytomurder]

...you're too sly. How can I argue when you say something like that?

[She slides her hand into his, and steps closer.]

[private]

[cw_suicide]

[he also moves in closer, leaning down just a bit to be more at her level.]

Probably easily. I was just hoping you wouldn't. How embarrassing would that be?

[fingers? lacing.]

[private]

[accessorytomurder]

[She squeezes those fingers, and steps closer still. She goes up on her toes for another kiss.]

I think you might, um... might be overestimating me. A little bit.

[private]

[cw_suicide]

That's probably because you keep exceeding expectations.

[and this kiss is to head off any protests against that and also lingering with some heat to it.]

[private]

[accessorytomurder]

...!

[He certainly hasn't overestimated her penchant for self-effacing protests, because he muffles one on the first syllable. The ensuing kiss snuffs out the rest of it and soundly distracts her, as her hands slip up to settle on his chest and she kisses him back.]