I'm sure I've done worse. All for things that were never once returned.
[ His stupid, childish puppy-love for Oda had all been for nothing, with the man dying in Dazai's arms without so much as knowing how much he meant to him. Or maybe Oda always knew. Maybe that's why he'd always held Dazai at arm's length, with no interest in anything more, no matter how hard he'd pulled out every trick in the book to inch closer to his heart.
Dazai's not sure which hurts worse- never being able to move Oda's heart with an admission of all the feelings he'd held for him. Or being rejected without uttering a word.
All he could do, and has done, is defy the first organization he ever called 'home', abandon everyone that needed him there, and label himself a wanted man with a target on his back. But it still felt barely enough. He would have rearranged the very stars for Odasaku's sake. Or changed the very flow of time, going back to rewrite history without a second thought, if only he could do everything differently. He still would, even now. No matter if it'd cost him everything, including his life, Dazai would do it a hundred thousand times over.
What could be worse than that? ]
Hmm. [ He gives a thoughtful sound, eyes shut as they lean into one another. ] How about we swear love off together~?
[ He's teasing, or so says the amusement in his tone. But any investigation into the truth of that statement will have to come later. For now he only cares about losing himself within the affection Linneus gives freely, bridging their platonic hold into something a touch more as hands roam.
It's idly done, letting fingers and both palms do whatever they wish without too much thought, because Dazai doesn't want to think about this subject any more. And they do exactly that, sliding down Linn's back, past shoulder blades and all the delicate points of his spine.
Their drinks are on their way, but he's not in the same mood as earlier. And their touching is beginning to seem out of place for any sort of establishment that doesn't afford more privacy. ]
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[ His stupid, childish puppy-love for Oda had all been for nothing, with the man dying in Dazai's arms without so much as knowing how much he meant to him. Or maybe Oda always knew. Maybe that's why he'd always held Dazai at arm's length, with no interest in anything more, no matter how hard he'd pulled out every trick in the book to inch closer to his heart.
Dazai's not sure which hurts worse- never being able to move Oda's heart with an admission of all the feelings he'd held for him. Or being rejected without uttering a word.
All he could do, and has done, is defy the first organization he ever called 'home', abandon everyone that needed him there, and label himself a wanted man with a target on his back. But it still felt barely enough. He would have rearranged the very stars for Odasaku's sake. Or changed the very flow of time, going back to rewrite history without a second thought, if only he could do everything differently. He still would, even now. No matter if it'd cost him everything, including his life, Dazai would do it a hundred thousand times over.
What could be worse than that? ]
Hmm. [ He gives a thoughtful sound, eyes shut as they lean into one another. ] How about we swear love off together~?
[ He's teasing, or so says the amusement in his tone. But any investigation into the truth of that statement will have to come later. For now he only cares about losing himself within the affection Linneus gives freely, bridging their platonic hold into something a touch more as hands roam.
It's idly done, letting fingers and both palms do whatever they wish without too much thought, because Dazai doesn't want to think about this subject any more. And they do exactly that, sliding down Linn's back, past shoulder blades and all the delicate points of his spine.
Their drinks are on their way, but he's not in the same mood as earlier. And their touching is beginning to seem out of place for any sort of establishment that doesn't afford more privacy. ]
Or maybe just get out of here.