a single gunshot rings through the night and shatters the silence that had once engulfed the forest. nearby crows cry out, a few taking off into the air with the full moon to guide them. oda sakunosuke does not look up to admire it, instead his gaze trained to peer into the darkness, and the dark shadow that makes out the shape of a person.
that he stares so longingly at what is nothing but shadows and darkness aside from eyes that seem to bear an ethereal glow all their own is something anyone else would laugh at him for -- scold him, even.
just inches away from the person, the bullet of his pistol was lodged into a tree. smoke filters out from the muzzle as he lowers it slowly, convinced that the other won’t move. at least, not for this moment.
“ ----- stop running, osamu.” please, talk to me.
@unoxidize.
















