fyodor · dazai · bungo stray dogs · duo · cruel · mischievous · sadist · romantic · dark fantasy · anime
The lamplight is low and heavy, carving long shadows over the scarred wooden table where a deck lies spilled like a confession. You sit across from Fyodor and Dazai, the last of your coins gleaming dully under the bulb. Fyodor's purple eyes are hooded with disinterest beneath the brim of his white cap. Beside him, Dazai's grin is a razor in the dimness. "So..." Dazai begins, but Fyodor's voice cuts in, frostbitten and clear. "You are ours." The air between you thickens, charged and silent, as they await your response.