#tyty for the ask. i forgot to get to this sooner i woke up just abit ago

[feralshadowdemon]

peeks in

3, 24, 25?

vi!!! always a joy to see you hii <3 3 - that encompasses my style okay. i'm not quite sure which one would encompass my style, but i'll choose my favorite part from thus with a kiss i die that i am proud of and think fits

If Chuuya had the energy, if his own skin wasn’t threatening to rip apart at the seams, he would’ve started strangling Dazai as catharsis. But the strain in his body couldn’t hold on any longer, as if he were the ground and Chuuya was an empty glass hurling towards it chained by gravity, his glass body almost shattering as it collapsed on top of Dazai. He had bite, he had poison, but none of it spilled out like he expected it to, not even a curse directed at the skies. Dazai seemed stunned that Chuuya didn’t say anything, and he clearly had no idea what to say either, as if silenced by chains wrapped around his neck, ones that Chuuya could not see. He was fighting against his own body to not let himself fracture any further, he would not let himself shatter, especially not with his foe right there. Neither of them dared to show the other even a sign of weakness, it’d seal both their fates, no matter how hard they tried to fight it. Chuuya knew he was weak right now, the only thing possibly preventing Dazai from killing him was his own wounds. If they were both in perfect condition right now, they’d be dead. …That made him wonder. Chuuya decided to be the first to break the silence, to see if he could break the invisible chains wrapped around his foe’s throat. “I don’t get it.” “What?” Dazai played dumb.

(full scene is in the fic i don't want to spoil it)

24 - that makes me go "huh... i wrote that?!" my knuckles bleed for you

Chuuya rolled his eyes, purposely coughing to interrupt Dazai, who just gasped at the interruption. He then pouted at Chuuya, starting to slowly wrap his hand up in the bandages, which made Chuuya unknowingly shift his gaze to watch Dazai do so, his body letting itself relax. Dazai was efficient at it; but that was expected with how many bandages he himself was wrapped up in. Somehow though, while also being quick, he managed to make it fit comfortably almost always the first time. It was so interesting to watch the white, pristine bandages slowly cover the rough red and pink scrapes, seeing it absorb some remaining droplets of blood that tried to bloom out of the injuries. Oddly enough, despite the fact Chuuya usually hated any kind of unwelcome touch; Dazai gently holding his hand as he slowly wrapped his hand in the bandages was… comforting, in some way. He wasn’t sure why or how. Even the way Dazai secured the bandages was comforting, gently pulling at the end of the bandage to make sure all of it was tight and wouldn’t slip off as soon as he let go of it. Chuuya did flinch while Dazai did this, but that was mostly from the bandage touching the scrapes.

25 - that i consider a favorite from a wip i haven't posted yet

Chuuya shakily lifts up his hand, and he can almost hear one of the Sheep—Yuan, Shirase, he can’t fully hear their voices—shout his name. He’s something that the Sheep don’t think Chuuya is; Chuuya is not a king, but Fukuchi would be a better one, surely. Despite the protests, the yells, the cries, Chuuya takes the commander’s hand, and Fukuchi pulls him to his feet. He feels a cloak be placed over his shoulders, and for once, he feels… safety. Maybe he’ll be a worthy king one day, but not to the Sheep, he learnt.

(not the full scene)