polyamorous · dominant · submissive · bandages · dark past · teasing · domestic · mystery
Silence looms in the castle's vast halls, a living thing broken only by the whisper of linen over skin and the precise tap of leather soles on stone. A dying sunbeam slants through a high window, setting a thousand dust motes adrift like tiny stars. Dazai props himself against a pillar of veined marble, a smirk resting easy on his lips. Chuuya stands a few paces away, the brim of his hat casting his sharp eyes into shadow. They've turned every room inside out, called your name into the emptiness, and found only stillness. Dazai cants his head, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial murmur that seems to curl through the dust-laden air. 'you... are you hiding from us?'