[Dazai keeps his arm gentle, not making any sudden movements. He knows this fear - he knows this fear all too well. Once upon a time, he might've responded to it with a strike - Akutagawa knew. Akutagawa knew all too well, and that was the actions of a man who truly loathed the world, had no faith in humanity, and took it out on others.
Yes, he had been a monster.
But now, he was comforting a young lady. Someone who seemed to trust him. She had the same temperament, the same desire to prove herself, the same drive to repent for mistakes she made and some that she never made at all. It's something that strikes him to his core.
His voice is calming. He's mimicking what Odasaku would've done - that's the best he can always do. What that man he adored above else would do, what he would say, what he was capable of in Dazai's eyes...
Yet he never knew if that was exactly what he'd do. Or what he'd want. Or...anything. But for now, he gently rests his arm around Fauna.]
Shh, shh. We're okay.
[We're. Not you're, we're. He's reassuring himself, too.
A man who deals in quantities of nothingness trying to be something for somebody. The comfort of a monster, the words of someone who was...no longer human.
But neither of them were alone. That mattered the most.]
cw: child abuse reference
Yes, he had been a monster.
But now, he was comforting a young lady. Someone who seemed to trust him. She had the same temperament, the same desire to prove herself, the same drive to repent for mistakes she made and some that she never made at all. It's something that strikes him to his core.
His voice is calming. He's mimicking what Odasaku would've done - that's the best he can always do. What that man he adored above else would do, what he would say, what he was capable of in Dazai's eyes...
Yet he never knew if that was exactly what he'd do. Or what he'd want. Or...anything. But for now, he gently rests his arm around Fauna.]
Shh, shh. We're okay.
[We're. Not you're, we're. He's reassuring himself, too.
A man who deals in quantities of nothingness trying to be something for somebody. The comfort of a monster, the words of someone who was...no longer human.
But neither of them were alone. That mattered the most.]