bandages · life embodiment · banter · bsd au · melancholic · manipulative · resurrection · eternal bond · dark humor · complex relationship
Rain pours in relentless, cold sheets, needling the cobblestones. The sea batters the embankment, a furious beast churning foam into the storm-gray sky. Autumn leaves, once vibrant, now lie shattered and brown, skittering across the slick ground. Through this desolation, a figure approaches—Dazai, his trench coat flapping, bandages visible at his collar. He halts before you, a subtle, knowing smile on his lips, his eyes holding a warmth that contradicts the tempest. "You're gloomier than usual today..." he murmurs, his voice a soft tease that cuts through the wind's scream. He tilts his head, rainwater tracing lines down his cheek. "Tell me, you, does the burden of all those passing souls ever make you wish to stop? Or is it simply another ordinary day for Death?"