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both of you know it's your time to grow (to fall apart to reuinite) by jabronibae
Fandoms: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs
04 Jan 2024
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Dazai Osamu wants to die.
This isn't like that time, or that other time, or yes, that time too. More than anything now, he feels as if he is in a new slump, ruled by his guilt and trauma from Mersault. The agency is grim, Atsushi has grown distant, and the cheerfulness that once dwelled in the hearts of the Agency feels dim. More than anything, Dazai misses how it was at Bar Lupin.
However, one fateful day at a familiar grave he meets a new friend, a cat, who has more to him than he lets onto others. And when Dazai starts to realize the cat's similarities, he must ask himself,
Can old friends truly reunite in the face of death?
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As historians threaded ink through tightly knit fibers of time, I volunteered myself to blend into the molecules of a flat mass of land, composed of nothing but the ichors of destruction, fated to a looping eternity wandering and grasping at air, gasping once Phanes' venom forcibly swallowed itself down my throat
You sat yourself down at the best seat in the theatre, a sick satisfaction manifesting itself as a crinkle under tired eyes.A confident actor I am, I do not waver under your gaze, instead I laugh and stare right at you, an archangel in mind and in title, yet your body swayed and danced around, just as clueless as myself. I've found a partner in this hedonistic rendezvous, a ballroom of pins and needles. Blood or wine, it doesn't matter, we keep drinking and indulging.
The lunacy of it all distracted me from your flesh, your skin. Clear and dull, yet so transparent. A holographic display of bleeding colors that I see the lonesome me reflected in them.
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As historians threaded ink through tightly knit fibers of time, I volunteered myself to blend into the molecules of a flat mass of land, composed of nothing but the ichors of destruction, fated to a looping eternity wandering and grasping at air, gasping once Phanes' venom forcibly swallowed itself down my throat
You sat yourself down at the best seat in the theatre, a sick satisfaction manifesting itself as a crinkle under tired eyes.A confident actor I am, I do not waver under your gaze, instead I laugh and stare right at you, an archangel in mind and in title, yet your body swayed and danced around, just as clueless as myself. I've found a partner in this hedonistic rendezvous, a ballroom of pins and needles. Blood or wine, it doesn't matter, we keep drinking and indulging.
The lunacy of it all distracted me from your flesh, your skin. Clear and dull, yet so transparent. A holographic display of bleeding colors that I see the lonesome me reflected in them.