montcottmitch + "where are you?"
fyonikonathan + "wait for me? / i will"
kunichuuzai + "are you a fan of delicious flavour?"
naogin + "do you believe in ghosts?"
sorry if formatting is off im on my phone atm
montcottmitch + "where are you?"
Lousia looks out at the foreign city as the rain pours down, after the Moby Dick has crashed and everyone's gone their separate ways except her. She won't leave without Fitzgerald, won't go home until he tells her to.
She glances down at the photo she's clutched in her shaky hands. It's stained, a bit damp, but the subjects are still clear. Her—with Anne floating behind, trying to cram into the photo too—in a tuxedo and skirt, Lucy in a black and red dress which accents every feature so prettily, even her braces, and Margaret in a pantsuit.
Rain starts dripping through the ceiling of the porch, and she tucks it close to her chest, shutting her eyes tight.
kunichuuzai + "are you a fan of delicious flavor?"
"Kunikiiiddaaa," Dazai whines, tapping him, "Kuniikiiidaaaaa-"
"What," Kunikida replies, remarkably calm considering this has been happening for ten minutes, "Do you need, Dazai?"
Dazai leans in very close, then pouts. "Are you a fan of delicious flavor?"
"I'm not paying your tab."
Dazai throws himself into Kunikida's lap, "Awww.."
"No." Kunikida adjusts his glasses, ignoring Dazai slithering onto his lap more, then springing up into a sitting position like a gopher popping out of a hole.
"But Chuuuyaa didn't want to either!! So what am I to do?!" He leans in very close, blinking as if innocent.
Kunikida finally looks at him, "Perhaps-"
And then Dazai kisses him, and annoyingly, Kunikida does ever so briefly consider paying a portion of his tab.
naogin + "do you believe in ghosts?"
It's the morning after Ryuunosuke Akutagawa's death. Gin's in a safehouse at Naomi's side, their hands clasped together, Gin's head nestled into the crook of Naomi's neck. Their hair, messy and half undone, flows down their shoulders.
Naomi isn't sure what to say, but she tries anyway, her words feeling like they have some weight even she doesn't realize to them.
"Do you believe in ghosts?" She mumbles, running a hand through their hair. Her hand runs into a tangle, but she tries her best to undo it without yanking their head away.
"I used to," Gin cuddles closer, "But that's not how I want to see my brother again."
Naomi.. should know how to respond.
But she doesn't. All she does is nod, knowing Gin can feel it, and tries not to worry for her own brother.
(the fyonikonathan prompt WILL be used i promise but it's just so good i wanna make it into a oneshot <3 it'll be out at some point)
