𓂃 ࣪˖ ⠀ DOCTOR'S ORDERS ... DAZAI, OSAMU ／ [ @yusosha ]
“ you're not going to volunteer again, are you ? ” broken through the silence in a monotonous drawl, yet fused with some form of amused curiosity. learning her language was a game, a landmine to be maneuvered with care, her tongue a skilled dancer in the spoken maze. she didn't need to say anything at all, but the heat of his stare was enough to be felt through the thick of her coat, not even the slow, rhythmic waves of the ocean lapping over rocky shores could lull it out. the wood of the pier was nearly rotting, sticky and damp to the touch, a few years past its repair date. news of the quarter quell hadn't gone cold just yet, still freshly replaying in her mind. she thought she'd done well in blocking out every wet, bloodied memory of her desperation to live, and in the endless pits of her guilt, she would be dragged back in. her life in the wringer, he'd promised her that. she would never escape. magentas finally tore from the grey - blues, landing on carmines. not that it meant anything to her what his decision were to be. “ tell me so i can start including myself in those bets they make on you. i'm not above cheating to win, just once. ”
