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[edgyfire-blog]

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The air blowing into his face was cold, almost painfully so, as he walked down a path he knew not many people frequented at this time of the night. Solitude was what he sought, hoping to find it in his usual ‘thinking spot’ by the abandoned warehouse. He needed to get his mind off things; specifically a scene he had witnessed earlier but wished he had not. 

His footsteps echoed against the hallow walls of the building he had entered a few seconds ago. Sure enough, he seemed to be alone. Taking off the hood of his jacket, Salem let out a heavy sigh. It was basically his own fault he felt like this, he told himself, he had no right to feel this miserable. Yet he did, and it bothered him.

Half-frozen fingers reached into his pockets, taking hold of his well-known box of cigarettes. Placing one of the deadly sticks between his lips, he was swift in lighting it up with the lighter he always carried around. Taking a deep breath of it, Salem choked when he realised he was not, in fact, alone and it took him nearly a minute to catch his breath once more.

“Jesus, dude! You freaking scared me there. You could have said something instead of just standing there in the shadows!”

[decadiscourse-blog]

One drink turns into two, then three, then four, and the next thing he knows, it’s six or seven (God knows he wasn’t keeping count). It’s been a long time since he can remember his grip tumbling out of his grasp quite like this. He feels so miserable he could cry, but of course he doesn’t.

Instead, he does the horribly irresponsible thing and drowns his sorrows in liquor. Eventually, nausea and guilt and self-pity and sadness are all indistinguishable from each other in the pit of his gut. He figures that’s quite enough for one night. He steps out of the bar and does not call a cab. Rather, he goes where his feet take him.

It’s only too late does he realize he’s halfway up the stairs to Gide’s apartment. The lights are on, so he must be in. Ango breathes out a sigh, and he can smell the alcohol on his breath. He feels wretched and sluggish and he wants to go home, but Lord knows he’d never be able to navigate from here like this on foot.

He feels like he’s falling. He isn’t, but he feels like he’s lost his grip and he’s started to fall down to the bottom of the stairs. The gun is gone. I’ve lost it, just like my control. This was the last thing I had left to be able to fix things, and now it’s...

He takes another wobbly step, then another, then another, until he’s outside Gide’s door. While he’s here, he might as well confess, and brace himself for whatever is to follow. He knocks clumsily.

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[childcurse-blog]

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   ‘ i want ice cream three times a day with whipped cream. no exceptions. ‘

[decadiscourse-blog]

Sakaguchi Ango’s To-Do lists are ever crowded, but today is a special case. Certainly, Ango is much better off this time than he was the first time his car was wrecked with Dazai in the passenger seat, but his car is a bit worse for wear.

What an understatement that is. The entirety of the door on the passenger side is crushed (he supposes that he’ll have to pay for a new one) and the mirror has been broken clean off. As lamentable as his situation is, he finds solace in the fact that he is unharmed. By greater importance, he is elated that Dazai is safe. His car was towed away, and now he finds himself at the mechanic’s.

Ango stops short when he sees a familiar face and figure — one of large stature and tall. He sucks in a breath, plucking a pamphlet from a shelf, and immediately opens it, raising it up to his face in an attempt to hide it. When Gide had mentioned his assortment of jobs, Ango never imagined a mechanic would be one.

He hopes to whatever God that’s listening that he isn’t noticed.

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[yumemiiru-blog]

feuxfallets replied to your post: gide: *exists* odasaku:

i came out to have a good Die and im feeling so attacked right now

kill yourself