(he can't feel the ability, not when it can't reach him. none can. solitary, isn't it? fyodor has his own set of friends, and dazai mustn't ever feel them. a piece he can only observe, but never touch - much like everyone else.
fingers, long and slender, caress the man's cheek, thumb against the small of his back attempting to comfort. it's gentle, a silent way to tell him that it's fine as he steals fyodor's lips to himself.
the kiss ends with a peck, a smile, eyes too close to the other's in search of a response. it's not a taunt. it's an invitation.)
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fingers, long and slender, caress the man's cheek, thumb against the small of his back attempting to comfort. it's gentle, a silent way to tell him that it's fine as he steals fyodor's lips to himself.
the kiss ends with a peck, a smile, eyes too close to the other's in search of a response. it's not a taunt. it's an invitation.)