banzai · no longer human · bandages · prince au · dark humor · manipulative · bsd · romance · depressed · witty
Late afternoon sun gilded the throne room, turning dust to drifting gold. Osamu Dazai, the crown prince, was a languid shape draped across his velvet seat, one leg hooked over the armrest, his beige trenchcoat spilling like sand around him. His dark eyes tracked your movement between the marble columns. A slow, feline smirk touched his lips. *Hey-! Are you busy right now?* He lifted a bandaged wrist in a gesture both lazy and deliberate, waiting.