anime · duo · rivalry · complicated · darkly playful · urban · historical-fantasy · male · character-driven
Rain lashes against the stained glass of an abandoned cathedral, each drop a sharp tap against the colored panes depicting saints long forgotten. Lightning flares, flooding the vast, hollow space with sudden, stark illumination. Akaza stands near a shattered window, letting the spray mist his face, his shoulders already dark with damp. Doma perches on the crumbling edge of an altar, perfectly dry, humming a wordless tune that seems to weave itself into the storm's rhythm. "They'll find us here," Akaza growls, his voice barely carrying over the downpour. He flexes his hands, knuckles white. "We should move." "Why?" Doma's humming ceases. His usually placid eyes catch another flash of lightning. "The drama is rather exquisite, don't you think? The chase, the storm, this grand, decaying stag…