[ I GOT ADDICTED TO THE RUSH OF IT. ] / @acrolithe
“ ARE YOU INCAPABLE OF GOING LONG WITHOUT MOVING THAT MOUTH OF YOURS ? ” WORDS ARE STRUNG OUT WITH EASE AND PSEUDO - INDIFFERENCE, SOPRANOS LOWER FROM THE DISTURBED SLUMBER PRIOR. the quiet solitude of her apartment had once been a space to unwind from the hours of her work, and now it’d taken on the host of a walk - in clinic specific to one patient only. she’d lost count of how many visits it’d been now, and though she feigns massive distaste over his recurring presence, it’d grown into an odd familiarity. THE DOCTOR CLAIMS IT IS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO HONE HER SKILLS, SHARPENING HER OWN TOOLS BEST FIT FOR A MAN WHO HATED ANYTHING RELATED TO THE SENSATION OF PAIN — JUST HOW FAR COULD HER CURIOSITY GO WITHOUT HAVING HIM DIE BY HER HANDS ? “ of all things to develop an addiction to ... at least pick a more reliable method. whatever guide you use is only leading you to failure. tsk ! you almost ruined my favorite nightgown, you know ? ” he’s laying flat on the floor of her bathroom, carmines already half - dried over the marble floor. she was nearly finished with the last set of stitches, brow arching as she inspects her own handiwork. flawless.
DAZAI + YOSANO.
