[ there is a surprised sound that escapes the russian ability-user as he's pulled closer; dazai is stronger, for sure, and he winces feeling the pull of his shoulder—the stitches hold the gunshot wound, it's fine; he can mask it, he can hide the weakness as he presses closer by the force of gravity.
he freezes, not in fear or disgust. fyodor uses one palm to steady himself, keep them from toppling over the edge of the bridge and into the water. what is he supposed to do? harsh biting cold, deprivation, denial, the edge of a knife and weight of a gun: the things he knows intimately.
no subject
he freezes, not in fear or disgust. fyodor uses one palm to steady himself, keep them from toppling over the edge of the bridge and into the water. what is he supposed to do? harsh biting cold, deprivation, denial, the edge of a knife and weight of a gun: the things he knows intimately.
this he does not know. ]