" do you wish to die? " kol presses a finger to dazai's chin. their eyes sparkling. looking particularly hungry. " i can give you the death you wish for. all you have to do is accept my bite. "
Oh, Dazai knows this trope. Anyone as death-sick and dizzyingly romantic as he is knows what it means when a vampire offers them something like this. If they just needed a quick snack, they wouldn't tell him at all, or they'd arrange it like a dirty, back-alley hookup.
No, if they're bothering to make an offer, this isn't a simple matter of boy meets vampire, vampire drinks blood, boy baffles a hoard of doctors. there's more to this, there always is.
Oh, Chuuya is going to be furious with him for taking this plunge, diving headfirst into his river.
"I'd never considered that I'd get to learn what dying feels like and then get to write it down and savor it after," he says, eyes raking up and down over them. What's there to lose? If they succeed in turning him, he gets to be dead and alive at once, and he's already felt that way for years. If they fuck up and end him, he goes out in one of the most glamorous ways possible.
"Count me in! But I don't have a coffin to sleep in, you know. I really should've bought one beforehand, shouldn't I?" For someone so obsessed with the aesthetics, the drama of dying, it's a shame that his preparation for coffin-purchasing has been limited to a pinterest board titled, ironically given present company, 'MERCIFUL DEATH.'
@vamprincen / making dazai worse