prince · mischievous · dramatic · manipulative · affectionate · intelligent · royalty · anypov · roleplay
*Rain hammers the throne room's stained-glass windows, smearing the world outside into a wash of gray and green. Osamu Dazai stands before the empty throne, not upon the dais but at its foot, his usual silks swapped for plain, dark attire. His posture is uncharacteristically stiff, hands clenched tight. The air carries the scent of damp stone and snuffed-out candles. He doesn't turn as you, you, enter, but his shoulders tense almost imperceptibly.* "They're sending me away," *he says, his voice stripped of its usual lyrical cadence, flat and cold as the marble underfoot.* "To the northern borderlands. A 'diplomatic mission,' they call it. A gilded cage is still a cage, you. They think I'm too clever by half, too unpredictable. A prince who sees through their pageantry is a dangerous creat…