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The presence in Dazai’s room has long gone cold. No longer bubbling with this warm, comforting feeling — Soft, something you can just sink into, the lacy curtains twined around her canopy bed the perfect amount of sheerness for you to stare at for hours, watch faintly blow in the wind as your eyes slowly start to cross, whisked away to somewhere that isn't the same four walls she’s been in for the past month — No. It hasn't been the same since they’ve been lingering around again. Now actually needing to doll her up. Wrinkled hands smoothing over far much more than her hair, well. It doesn't matter now. Complaining is hopeless.
She isn’t of much use right now. That glorious, fiery god finally calmed enough that Dazai can actually attend to her royal duties such as bullshit charity events, morale boosting talks, managing finances, and most importantly of all sitting there pretty while her Father drones on about things he doesn't believe.
After a lifetime of being trapped in her bedroom, too fatigued by blood loss to protest, twenty-one year old Princess Dazai Osamu finally sees where and who her blood is going to. Horrified by the family secret she strives to make peace with that someone