#unforgets

@unforgets​ asked: “You could get roasted to death, or poisoned by small creatures.”

          ↳ SENTENCE MEME ⟶ TWILIGHT ZONE / 2.01 –– 2.04

「 ★ 」   ⋮     𝐀 𝐍 𝐀 𝐓 𝐇 𝐄 𝐌 𝐀 .  ⋮  ━━     SHUDDERS that dare to creep up were quickly swallowed down their throat as the eyes that so badly wanted to hold FEAR were empty husks at best. The power upon those bandaged fingers couldn’t never, ever be forgotten. So long as they lived; the memory of what this man did to them would loom over them like a ghost. To be roasted upon the coals was something that man was EASILY capable of. But SMALL CREATURES ? Even for a child, the notion was ridiculous.

                ‘ WHERE are you even gonna get those small creatures from, Dazai - san ? ‘

                Across their lips was a smile; so innocent and yet still retaining a certain air of smugness. It still scares them. The fear and the trauma still scare them. But so many years had gone by; years that should have been spent naive of the pain of the world spent wasting away in a cell. There was no way the child would EVER let the man know of how his influence RUINED them.

dear  friend  now  in  the  dusty  clockless  hours  of  the  night  when  the  streets  lie  black    &&    brumous  in  the  schism  of  purgatory    &&    life  when  dwellers  of  scheol  slue  up  in  the  lee  of  walls  in  nightblanched  alleys    &&    cats  go  forth  highshouldered    &&    proud  in  delusions  of  eutrophication  in  the  perimeters  about  ,    in  these  sootblacked  brick  or  cobble  corridors  where  lightwire  shadows  make  a  gothic  harp  of  cellar  doors  no  soul  shall  walk  save  you .

taking  a  sharp  turn  through  the  next  facade  of  precipitation  ,    a  doorway  whirling  with  stormcolored  phantoms  in  the  wake  of  a  light  downpour  ,      he  finds  disappointment  spading  his  shoulder    —    a  string  of  false  hope  unravelling  from  his  finger  ,    the  lorn  labyrinth  caving  in  itself    —    &&    a  moment  after  his  blood  enters  a  cold  rush  ,    the  sweat  at  his  nape  becoming  beads  of  ice  :    not  the  man  ,    but  killua’s  inability  to  sense  him  :    a  staggering  emptiness  surely  consuming  the  fleeting  second  he  had  of  escaping  unnoticed  ;    plan  A    PLAN  A  2  :    he’s  jamming  his  hands  in  his  pockets  ,    shoulders  lifting  in  a  tangled  bunch  of  string  -  light  nerves    &&    rocking  his  weight  back  on  his  heels .        ❝      oi  !      ❞        as  if  he  hadn’t  been  jarred  ;    his  posture  slouches  with  boredom  ,    bled  of  any  childish  enthusiasm .        ❝      you  see  anyone  else  run  by  here  ?      about  this  tall  —      ❞        he  motions  with  his  hand  ,        ❝      green    &&    kind  of  insufferable  ?      thought  i  saw  him  run  this  way...      ❞

❛   If it's something important, then certainly pain will accompany it.   ❜  

❛  your handwriting isn’t that bad.    ❜    honey-hymn,  dripping from the starless cascade of his half-hidden smile and pooling into the junction where lover’s shoulder arches.    ❛  will you spare me a closer look ?    ❜    o,  to pick apart his silk solicitous vowels /  wavelength by wavelength.

     “   I KNOW YOU’RE NOT HERE FOR TREATMENT ,   ”   states the doctor whom was once buried within a leather-back book.  the disruption of her hobby failed to spark annoyance  ,  but  something  had stirred.  intrigue  ,  wonder  ,  worry   ;   a cacophony of emotions within her chest.  dazai  ,  ever the enigma floating along a riverbend  ,  hardly visits yosano.   “    what brings you to my humble abode  ,  dazai  ?   if you’re about to ask anything involving your goal  ,  i refuse to be apart of it.  isn’t my cup of tea  ,  frankly.  ”

omg !!! this is so sweet ;-; yes please let’s write together soon i love your blog so much !!! you can throw dazai at kunikida any time fghskfn