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[faerie-somnium]

WAAAH a small thing from the old west skk au for wip wednesday

“Chuuya do you trust me?” Dazai had to shout to be heard over everything. Chuuya’s face scrunched up the same way he did when a skunk sprayed on his favorite stray dog. “Why in the blazing hell would you ask that, bastard. After everything you've done, of course n-” Rattling from the boxcar's sliding door opening as Dazai undid the latch interrupts Chuuya’s tirade. He raised a pointed brow and held out his hand. Another bullet passes between them, straight into a sack of flour that exploded into a cloud of dust. “Chuuya. Do you trust me?” Chuuya could hate Dazai all he wanted, Dazai deserved it. But no matter how fickle of a relationship Dazai had with life, they both knew he would do everything in his power not to drag Chuuya down with him. Not like this. Not even now. It was a fact of nature.  As the landscape breaks from red sand and desert brush to clear blue sky and a river far down the canyon below them, Chuuya's callous rough palm meets Dazai’s own.  And they leap.

[faerie-somnium]

for the word drabble challenge, how abouttttt despair 👀

109 words (a little something from the Old West au :)) )

The dust had finally settled, their enemies defeated, but despair gripped Chuuya’s soul as he felt his chest seize.

No not here. Not where he can see.

But nothing could stop it, the hacking cough forced Chuuya to his knees. Dazai rushed to him, a concerned look breaking his mask.

“Chuuya, what's wrong?”

“No, get back. I'm fine.” Chuuya shrank in on himself and tried desperately to conceal the fresh blood on his palm.

“You aren't though are you?”

Chuuya couldn't help but flash his teeth at him, “I said, I'm fine.” He had to do his damnedest to suppress another cough.

Dazai took a measured breath, “It’s consumption.”