irisssss :3 eheheh let's see... what word to choose.... how about one that's a common link for us right now >:33
"Hands"
i continue to remain normal about hands.
Hello, Bram :)
You sent this word for the write a short essay challenge, right-
They're everywhere.
Chuuya doesn't need to dream when they're burned into his memory: Hands, reaching out to him for salvation. Hands, twitching one final time before they go slack.
Verlaine's hands on his neck, ripping apart the fabric of his very soul.
It's only natural, self-preservation really, that he starts paying attention to them. If he can see the hands coming for him, he can react, and hope they never touch him.
His partner's hands are of particular concern; one wrong move, one touch, could cost Chuuya's life, simply because of the bastardās annoying ability activating at a bad time. One would think that since they have become partners, and if Chuuya goes down, so will Dazai, that would discourage him from touching Chuuya.
The suicidal idiot disagrees.
Heās always poking and prodding at Chuuya, up in his personal space and then swaying away, locked in a dance only he seems to understand. No amount of broken bones and bruised skin can stop him, and of course, Upon the Tainted Sorrow is absolutely useless, unless Chuuya would like to flatten him between floor and ceiling.
But since Mori has discouraged major unplanned renovations of HQ, Chuuya is stuck watching Dazai, hyperaware of what he's doing with his hands.
It's not just No Longer Human that makes him dangerous. Dazai likes to fidget; sometimes fiddling with harmless objects like his gaming console or the keys he swiped off a hapless guard - but more often than not, his deft fingers are playing with knives, guns, or whatever other fun toys he's gotten his hands on this week. Which is fine, as long as he's just putting himself in harm's way, but often enough, a twitch of his fingers is the only indicator telling Chuuya he should duck, now.
It is necessity that has improved his ability to read Dazai. Where Dazaiās mouth only spouts lies, and his singular eye reflects the world like mirrored glass, Dazaiās hands can usually be trusted. Tapping on the table when he's bored and about to cause problems on purpose; nails dug into the palm of his hand before he's about to stumble from pain and blood loss; his fingers crossed where he thinks Chuuya can't see, as he's telling yet another lie.
A thousand small ways to decipher what is going on in Dazai's messed-up head; and when Chuuya can't, it makes him antsy.
It's never a good sign when Dazai's hands aren't visible. He could be holding on to a surprise for later. He could be injured. He could be planning his next prank. He could be doing any number of things, and Chuuya wouldn't know until it is too late. He can brace for the worst, but that doesn't stop the creeping sense of unease that makes the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, that has him twitch in irritation as he keeps looking out for his partner's grubby mitts.
So he appreciates that as the world fades from red to black, Dazai makes it easy to track them. One is shielding Chuuya from the too-bright neon lights, soothingly cool against his tired eyes. The other cards through his hair with the precise timing of a metronome.
Both hands accounted for, Chuuya can finally relax.
And pass out.
[pick a word drabble challenge]
