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@nullied​

❛ dazai, i’m already late. i have an appointment. ❜ annoyance was plain on his face, and the way his voice dripped with impatience. his partner always loved to mess with him, ruining all his perfect plans and schedules, so he was already on the defensive. he simply could not be late today ! 

❛ this had better be important, or i’m locking you in the closet again for the rest of the day. ❜

[storytell]

@nullied​     /     new agency starter call.

❛     sorry  ,  dazai - kun  !  you’re  a  little  late  ,  so  i’ve  already  solved  this  one  .     ❜  you  stick  your  tongue  out  at  your  former  coworker  ,  and  mushi - kun  grumbles  something  about  wanting  to  go  already  in  the  background  .  well  ,  mushi - kun’s  gonna  hafta  wait  a  little  while  while  you  catch  up  !  ❛     seems  like  the  armed  detective  agency  is  holding  up  pretty  well  !  i  knew  it  was  gonna  ,  but  still  .  losing  me  was  never  gonna  be  the  end  of  the  agency  ,  even  with  how  much  everyone  liked  to  think  it  would  be  .  anyway  ,  you’re  probably  really  enjoying  being  the  smartest  there  now  !     ❜

[agravitas-blog]

You were supposed to leave.

@nullied ✦ angsty starters uwu 

                                                                   he laughs.

        sharp. loud. angry. bitter, even though chuuya doesn’t want to admit it ( but dazai would know, of course he would, he would always know, knows him too well ). gaze sharp, narrowed, trained upon a figure that he knows just as well ( in love, in hate! ). the taste of metal coats his tongue, stains teeth pink as he bares teeth at him in a SHIT EATING GRIN that was more feral animal than tame human. ❝ that’s my line ❞ because he wouldn’t expect ANY LESS from dazai. it’s a habit of his, chuuya supposes, for the other to just LEAVE as he had ( has, will ).

                                ❝ you were always the one to turn your back on me. ❞

                                   ( BUT HE WAS THE FOOL FOR NOT SHOOTING! )

[agravitas-blog]

@nullied​ ✦ my heart wasn’t on a contract | cont.

                                                            he barks out a laugh.

        ❝ PERSERVERANCE? ❞ the familiar’s lips are pulled back into the figure of a  smile ( all teeth! ) that a cat could possibly give, ❝ i’m the one who has to do all the WORK. ❞ all dazai has to do is just stand there and look pretty ugly. if anything, he might not even be as helpful as chuuya would like, after all dazai has a smart mouth that often makes others bite him just as quickly as he spews out a remark. or when a hail of bullets come their way, he is the first to shield the other. a BODYGUARD in that aspect before commanding bullets to cease and return to their owners, marking them as TARGETS ( their own self made collateral damage! ). where was dazai when he had fangs sinking into tender neck as a man ( oh small prey! ) gave their dying cry? where was dazai when claws struck down foes, crippling and maiming? where was dazai when he made proud men BOW and drop to their knees before them?

       chuuya only snorts as he circles around the other, ready to LEAVE if it weren’t for the talk of freedom.

       oh yes, the talk of freedom! freedom. an inherent trait, a RIGHT that he was born with ( for he was wild! untamed! free! ). he was always FREE, even when summoned and trapped ( even if temporary ) by foolish and arrogant humans that thought themselves capable of handling ( controlling! ) a powerful beast as he. pupils narrow into slits as claws unsheathe, digging into the earth beneath them. wrong hands? he already had and had he not RAZED THE EARTH BENEATH THEM? was that not the pit that now lays bare in yokohoma? did the wizard think he were a fragile creature ( a human! a pitiful mortal human! ) that must be protected? no, he was a singularity! he was a rare gem, COVETED by those that understood his prowess and what POWER would lay at their fingertips. and perhaps by now even dazai can realize that himself. he wouldn’t suggest a contract if it didn’t mean some sort of ulterior motive masked behind concern ( he sees your selfish desire! ).

                                          ❝ i’ll kill ANYONE who tries to bind me. ❞

                                                     ( he’d like to see them try )

[jikangai-a]

" it's not as bad as it looks. "

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❛ you are such an idiot. ❜ he sighs, pulling dazai inside his own flat by the arm. it wasn’t like he could watch dazai 24 hours a day, but part of him blames himself for allowing his partner to get into such a state. dazai was his own person, who could choose his own actions, but wasn’t kunikida partially responsible ?

❛ what on earth did you do this time ? ❜ he can’t even imagine, pushing dazai to sit on his couch. 

he rummages around for his alcohol wipes, pushing a bottle of sake into dazai’s hands. he’ll shut up if he lets him have a drink, probably. ❛ just hold still, moron. ❜

[agravitas-blog]

I didn't mean the things I said...

@nullied​ ✦ angsty starters uwu 

                                                                    that’s a lie. 

               a lie, lie, lie. he knows a lie when he hears one and dazai is no exception. dazai lies. he lies, lies, lies. liar, hypocrite, MANIPULATOR with blood still as BLACK as his no matter how hard the other tries to hide it ( death still clings, blood stained hands never clean! ). chuuya knows. oh yes, he knows! from past experience, from current experience, and soon to be future experiences. he lies. he lies, lies, lies. dazai, osamu lies. there’s no TRUST here, even with this temporary alliance between two factions. his gaze cuts towards the other, sharp and cold ( like metal kissing your yielding throat! ). lips curl into a scowl, hands clenching at his sides. a lie, a lie, a lie. he’s nothing but a LIAR. he might have been a slow learner, but he learns. oh yes, how he learns ( through pain, through betrayal, through heartbreak! ).

                                                      now, how did that saying go?          

                             fool me once, shame on me. fool me twice, shame on you.

                                                            ❝ fuck off, dazai. ❞

[agravitas-blog]

@nullied ✦ smooches you ;3c | familiar au cont.

                   phantom image of blood and gore ( death at his door! ) haunts his vision!

       he HATES him. he LOATHES him. he DESPISES him. he has never felt so much anger towards someone before ( and yet he feels the exact opposite all the same ). there is a fire beneath his skin, an inferno that rages and burns and burns and BURNS ( eats away at humanity, leave the wild beast to ravage and devour ). in its wake leaves the sensation of static, needles prickling at skin and flesh. fingers twitch at his sides, a pressure at the tips as a call to unsheathe claws ( to strike and scar! ). how easy it would be to snap this one’s neck. how easy it would be break this one’s spine. how easy it would be to bring about an end to all nuisance ( the hurt, the pain, the rejection! ) that has been plaguing him for years. how easy it is for chuuya to get LOST in such a storm of emotions, he almost did not notice the rolling GROWL that has been echoing in his throat since he caught scent of the other. 

                                                  ❝ like i would ever invite YOU in here. ❞

       not that it would matter when dazai seems to be able to enter every single room in the city, a key made from his own lock picking mind and a few tools at his fingertips. doors swing open easily for the man and chuuya would like to take a good swing at his face. but it’s too late. he wasn’t here to DEFEND the entrance to his home. the detective’s scent clings to EVERYTHING alongside his magical signature, a trace that would linger for the next few days despite any sort of cleaning he did ( maybe he should just burn everything like he did before ). though the quiet contemplation ends quickly, snuffed out by words that cause surprise in the familiar. eyebrows furrow and there’s a wrinkle of his nose. lips curl back in DISTASTE.

                                                                    for him? 

       the words ring in his ears and chuuya almost questions whether or not he had either: a) heard right, b) imagined things, or c) dazai was just trying to fuck with him. and the most LIKELY of all answers had to be the last one. it was DAZAI we were talking about, weren’t we? ❝ what does the agency want? ❞ ( because it won’t be dazai. he doesn’t want him. he had his chance. he LEFT and there’s no going back. he left. he left. he left, left, left ). while the two were at odds with one another from time to time, there was usually a good REASON for being. the redhead couldn’t quite remember what could possibly have triggered an at home visit out of the blue. it’s another jump that causes him to turn out of his mind and back to the other.  

       ❝ it’s not my fault i have good taste, ❞ a click of his tongue, ❝ better than playing some poor man with a tab at a cafe. ❞