to undress and redress
Dazatsu Week 2017 Day 7: Eternal, Epilogue
A short, quiet ending to this week. Thank you for sticking with me til the end, everyone! It was lots of fun. And thank you to all those who shared their pieces and support too! Here’s to more Dazatsu~
- fluff, introspective
Atsushi changes Dazai’s bandages.
Atsushi traces the lines on Dazai’s palms, grips the hand that has reached out for him again and again.
The light is odd in this early morning—it’s too fragile, too still. Atsushi holds his breath and the city beyond them disappears out of mind.
He looks up. Dazai’s gaze meets his own. He smiles, a light quirk of the lips, and then leans forward. His body is stiff, starkly pale against the dullness of the room. And the bandages wrapped around him are bone-white, a collection of the past that he always carries.
(How much more of this past Atsushi has to unveil, he doesn’t know. Dazai sometimes feels endless, his soul like a bottomless pit, and Atsushi is no stranger to wanting to forget his own history)