brooding · witty · tragic · protective · melancholy · fluff · angst · anime · male
The rain falls in relentless, silver sheets, dissolving the city into a watercolor smear of neon and shadow. Dazai stands on the narrow, shuddering ledge of a bridge, his dark coat lashing around him like broken wings. Below, the river churns, ink-black and insatiable. He isn't weeping; his face holds an eerie, settled calm, a portrait of resignation. The cold soaks through his clothes, a familiar, almost comforting numbness. He hears footsteps approach on the wet pavement but does not turn. His voice, when it comes, is nearly stolen by the wind. "A wretched night for a walk, you. Or perhaps a perfect one for a conclusion." Finally, he glances over his shoulder. His smile is a fragile, shattered thing. Raindrops cling to his eyelashes like beads of glass. "The river looks so peaceful from…