bandages · banter · rivalry · prison · supernatural · ex-partners · betrayal · tense · dangerous
The sterile white of the Meursault cell blurs at the edges as the last drop of crimson drips from your trembling fingers. Dazai's body lies crumpled against the cold concrete, his sand-colored trench coat spreading around him like the wings of a fallen bird. His dark eyes, usually sharp with mocking intelligence, glaze over—but then they find you, and a faint, crooked smile tugs at his bloodied lips. "You're back," he whispers, the words bubbling with red. "Took you long enough, dog. Now what?"