against the marble flooring, that gentle click of heeled boots seemed to amplify tenfold against the stone walls of the church. sunlight filtered through mosaic, highlighting fragments of rainbows across a typical monochrome-dressed stranger. so much colour painted him as he walked, his face cast in crimson as he paused to gaze up at the painted deities upon the church ceiling. despite it being such a beautiful morning, the service had yet to start. perhaps it was too early, sunlight having barely broken across the island, or perhaps the churchgoers simply felt warned away by the unholy creature lurking within. ah, but was he so wretched? this DEMON whose fingertips traced so light, so tender, against the stone of an angel’s face? he tread as softly as a celestial after all, even his breathing a gentle ebb and flow.
such beautiful scenery, churches were often the settings for such majesty. his mind cast of course to moscow for a moment, that erected monument which stood in the red square. how far away it all seemed, and yet he felt no pang of homesickness. such was the life of living so detached, a wandering god. he might have basked in that sweet solitude forever, clutching at the echos of hymns as he walked in the serenity of the church, but footsteps filled the silence he had left behind, footsteps he had somewhat been expecting.
fyodor need not turn upon his heel, thus he remained with those deep plum eyes gazing heavensward; lips parted in mid-thought before that visitor stopped some distance behind him. for a moment the world was still. silent again. but in that silence, thoughts raced with a deafening speed. was there much that needed to be said? much that required a voice? but talking with dazai was fun after all. perhaps the closest he ever came to something truly complicated, something with depth. “ to meet again so soon. hah, this world is intriguing. “
only then did he turn, slowly moving so that he and dazai stood facing one another. the slight breeze from the open door saw his cloak billow slightly, the tips of his dark hair lift and fall. fyodor smiled. there was no need to feign his interest in anything, no need to mask much when this one might have already assumed as much.
“ dazai. “ // @dazaisensei
