A faint orange hue slowly bled into the fading blue sky as the sun began to slip behind the horizon.
Placing a hand onto the cold railing, Dazai gazed down at the city lights blurring against the waters of the canal. A serene image resembling one painted using soft watercolors.
Besides him, Chuuya lit up a cigarette and let a faint trail of smoke escape from the lit end of the small cylinder held between his fingers.
Not bothering to tilt his head over to face his partner, Chuuya kept his brilliant blue eyes fixed upon the water before him and took another long drag his cigarette, sighing contently while watching the lights dance against the reflective surface.
The liveliness of Paris surrounded the two, filling in the silence that had fallen, and Dazai took up the half-filled wine glass into his hand and brought it to his lips, trying not to recoil at the faintly sweet taste that lingered in the alcohol Chuuya was so very fond of.
No longer concealed by the sun’s golden light, the stars slowly revealed themselves in the darkening sky as Chuuya crossed his arms and leaned his weight against the railing of the bridge; his coat fluttering gently in the chill, night breeze.
Not saying a word, Dazai swirled the remaining amounts of wine around in his glass while staring up at the starry night.
Paris’s romantic atmosphere fell almost too heavily between the two who couldn’t seem to place a name on their relationship; whether simply partners, an unlikely pairing seeking each other solely pleasure, or perhaps…
Lovers. The title terrified the brunet as it came with a sense of emotionally charged intensity that he wasn’t sure he could provide. It was easier to see Chuuya as simply his partner in the mafia; a bad-tempered hat rack who didn’t have an ounce of fashion sense despite being raised by the elegant Kouyou.
He was content without putting a solid title to their relationship. In fact, it was probably better not to considering the lifestyle the two led in the darkness of Yokohama’s underground.
Though…At times when he gazed into those sparkling sapphire eyes, he couldn’t help but feel an aching pain in his chest despite his reluctance to come to terms with the overwhelming fondness that crept up on his before he had even realized it.
The executive rapidly purged such thoughts from his mind.
Chuuya probably didn’t want to put a name to relationship anyway.
No titles, no solid commitment, no underlying feelings of affection…
Nothing to lose if they suddenly broke apart.
Head swimming with conflicting emotions, Dazai closed his mahogany eyes and focused on the wind blowing through his hair to try to cool off his head.
Chuuya glanced briefly in the brunet’s direction as Dazai let out a long, deep sigh.
In the soft light of the city, the paleness of the executive’s skin contrasted sharply against his wavy brown hair and drew attention to the white bandage wrapped around his right eye even more than during the daylight.
The tired look painted across Dazai’s face caused a slight twinge of guilt to set uncomfortably in the redhead’s stomach.
Determined to explore every corner of the enchanting city, Chuuya had spent the majority of their last night dragging Dazai around, keeping a firm grip on that bandaged wrist as he pulled the brunet into the mystical atmosphere of Paris.
It may not have been the brightest idea given their exhausted state the past several days.
Amber eyes fluttered open as Dazai ran through the blur of events that had occurred once the duo finally completed their mission abroad. He hadn’t been interested in exploring the city like a tourist, but in the end, he’d given into Chuuya’s stubbornness, knowing just how much his partner loved French culture.
If he were to ask the redhead to put a name to today’s events…
Dazai picked up the now empty wine glass and glanced quickly in the other’s direction.
What would Chuuya say?
The executive shook his head and laughed softly under his breath.
As if he could ask such a thing.
Stretching his arms towards the heavens, Dazai turned to face his partner, determined to brush aside his own selfish thoughts when a sudden tug on his tie pulled him down to Chuuya’s height, and soft, hesitant lips met his own.
Do you like milk and cookies or nah? Oreos or no? Favorite season? Rain or sun? Stars or city lights? Do you sleep through loud noises? Tea, coffee or hot chocolate?
Milk and cookies, always. I love Oreos. I’m a fall and summer type of marshmallow. Both. Both. If I’m already asleep, yeah. Tea or Hot Chocolate but I don’t like coffee (sorry sorry).
Thanks for the ask my dude!!
Old habits die hard as a soldier tries to remember what it means to be a hero.
Is justice more important than hope?
Chapter Preview (Warning: Violence):
The sun is setting into long shades of blue, dipping into the draw of the twilight.
Despite all the lights in the city, the stars begin to sparkle and shine, like raindrops frozen in time.
They’re faint against the velvet of the sky slowly rotating into slumber, but he can see them.
Granted, 76 is not really focusing on them right now -
As he drags the dickwad of an asshole back into the alley by the fucker’s right ankle.
“NO - NO, PLEASE - NO -” the jerkoff shouts, pleads, begs, dragging and scraping and shredding his fingernails on the dull, boring concrete pavement, as 76 pulls him back into the fuller, deeper shadows between the buildings. The punk’s bare chest is catching on small snags and the rough texture of the concrete, chunks of his fingernails are the only trace of his existence, the echoes of his cries deadened by the sunshine-bright building on one side and the peachier-painted building on the other. And all 76 can think is:
They’re really fucking committed to speaking English -
Before he turns and socks the dude with the butt of the heavy pulse rifle.
“Gonna need you to shut the fuck up for a hot second, pendejo,” 76 growls lowly as the punk’s body goes slack and all that’s left of him - the only trace of his existence - is a droning moan.
76 drops his ankle and leans down to grab him by his neck instead, adjusting his grip as he drags him off to the side, hearing the footsteps of more asshats coming to fucking try him.
An Aquarius was throwing and making a mess in his own room after he found out that she, his girlfriend, had finally moved on without him. I looked as he cuss and threw away some of the mementos of her, and finally stopped when he found an old photo of them together at a photobooth. He sat down and started to burst into tears. “If only.. If only I told her everything, and hadn’t kept it all in, maybe she would’ve stayed..” he said through the tears.
An Aries looked through his twitter and found a picture of his ex with someone else, he let out a soft chuckle. “Oh shit..” he laughed, and slowly he stood up and continued to laugh. “Look at this. Look at her.. Oh, she’s.. she’s fucking hilarious.” He slowly started to laugh so hard, and I watched as he began to shake and slowly made his way to the balconey and started to scream about her, just screamed her name and called her names and how he hated her but finally he broke down and cried.
A Cancer started shaking and tries to grab his phone out of our reach. “Please, let me just call her..” we shook all our heads and told him to just stay put. He begged that it’ll be just for tonight. We told him that he has had enough, but he wouldn’t listen. He wanted to call her so bad, but the truth is.. she’s about to have her wedding in a week, and he was going to tell her he still loves her after all these years.
A Capricorn and I were out in mid-town late at night, and he had too much to drink. He sways as he walks, and suddenly one of Bryson Tiller’s songs played through one of the bars nearby and he let go of me and sang through the whole verse. He finally stopped and looked at me and said, “This shit, that’s me. I wished God would saved her for me. That’s it, and fuck.. I’m not really at my best at the moment, but I loved her.”
A Gemini breath out smoke after inhaling his cigarette and he looked at the city lights from our view. “I miss her..” was all he said, taking another inhale from his cigarette. He looked at me and gave me a small smile and back at view.
A Leo drank with me, and place an arm around my shoulders and said, “I shouldn’t drink too much. These crazy thoughts are hunting me again, and I just want to crush the world. Ha, oh she’s in my head. My ex, you know? She’s in here again and.. fuck! I hate her. I miss her. You know we’re talking again, right but just as "friends”? I want more than that..“ He gave me a small playful slap on the cheek and walked to get another drink. It’s going to be a long night.
A Libra rushed to her house, knocking at her apartment door. But it was locked. Ran back downstairs and started calling her name out her window, trying to get her attention. She finally opened the window and told him to leave. I watched from the car, as he asked for her forgiveness. She shook her head and said it was too late for him.
A Pisces admitted to me how he still thinks about his ex, and how he still calls out her name and how his mind would play memories of her every single day. He can’t stand the nights because his mind would play her, her voice, her smile, the way she would call him everyday and she was his rock. As he sits here with me, tears roll down his cheek and he said, "Now here I am still holding on to her, just waiting for a sign that maybe she’d come back, and maybe we can try again.. but also maybe she’s with someone else, who.. who treats her well than I could’ve had and.. I want her to be happy, I do, but I wish.. right now.. she could be happy with me, and I am so selfish for it..”
A Sagittarius once said that he used to think too much about the relationship and how every time he was with her he would start to overthink every scenario of how she would leave him, and he would tell her and she would shook her head and promised him she would never leave… and now that she’s gone he still can’t stop thinking about her..
A Scorpio said to me, “I’m just not too sure if I could ever ask her to come back. I really messed up, you know? I could try, but would she ever give me another chance to prove to her my real worth? Can she really do that..?” I was a little loss for words. Knowing Scoprio and how he is, he seemed to be really serious about her. I just didn’t know what to say.
A Taurus and I passed by a coffee shop and he paused and peered through and saw his ex with someone else, and she’s laughing and holding this man’s hand. He gritted his teeth and his fist clenched. I put a hand on his shoulder and told him to let it go. It’s been years since they’ve together and been a two years after their break up. He slowly looked down in defeat and sighed. He walked off ahead of me..
A Virgo and I were driving out late one night around the city, and all the songs he played were just old, sad R&B music and I would watch him from time to time as he mumbled some of the lyrics to himself and would let out a small smirk when the singer goes and says, “I love you and miss you..” and he shook his head. We pulled up to a parking lot, and he got out and looked at me and said, “I do miss her, but do you think she misses me..?”