~ a little something about Dazai and his tantrums ~
"... Hmph. I hope you crash this car and we both die."
The moody brunet mutters under his breath as he looks out of the car window, his arms crossed over his chest, refusing to look at you. He was awfully cute whenever he did this, and oh so vexing at the same time. You learned to acclimate to this very early into your relationship with him.
"What? All I said was that I was going to be driving us, Osamu!"
Your laugh is light hearted as you focus on the road ahead, dismissing his whiny behavior for another one of his... Melodramatic performances, his co-workers once called it. He finally turns to glare at you, but a wicked glint in his narrowed eyes betrays him... You can tell he's more unserious than anything. Playful, even. And besides, he would never actually be upset with you, he just can't stop thinking up schemes to make you roll your eyes at him. Your smile alone makes his thoughts impure, shame on you!
"Yeah, well... I feel dehumanized! overlooked! neglected..." He feigns offense, sighing heavily as he slouches into the passenger seat. He places a bandaged arm over his face, groaning softly but still side eyeing you to check if you're looking at him or not.
"You do that all on your own, silly."
"Excuse me? I'm expressing my grievances and you're calling me silly? Oh, so that's what this is really about. You don't love me anymore! What a cruel beauty you are..."
He gasps, now burying his face into the crook of his elbow, pretending to weep as he mumbles incoherent nonsense about how much you mistreat him. In actuality, he was giddy as hell. You park the car, and turn to face him, a coy smile flashes on your lips.
"Nobody said anything about not loving you. Now, what can I do to fix this, Mm?"
He lifts his head up, suddenly composed and shrugging his shoulders as if nothing ever happened, speaking in a matter of fact voice that somehow deepened.
"Well, definitely don't let me drive. I don't even have a license. I'd kill us in an instant."
"... Then why argue about it?!"
"Because you look so beautiful when you're yelling at me. And you make me feel alive. Anddd, because I'm bored~"
He flashes you a cheeky grin, it's dreamy and sickening. His eyes twinkle with mischief as he leans over the seat and flicks away a stray hair from your face. Dazai then taps the tip of your nose, slowly dragging his finger down to your plush bottom lip, gently flipping it over to expose your teeth. The pad of his finger gently swirls against your canines, and finally, retreats... He knows there's a time and place for his worship prodding. His eyes travel back up to yours, and you can swear they look darker than usual. If only the Port Mafia could see what became of the Demon Prodigy... A new man reborn! A man who loves!
The rest of the day is spent with you indulging Dazai, something along the lines of 'reparations' is what he calls it. Only he knows how much it means to him that you can handle him during his calculated outbursts... or rather harmless tests to prove you won't leave him at the first sign of trouble. He needs you to be in it for the longhaul, just like he is. It's deceptive, but no one has to know! He just loves you and these are simply counter measures. You'd probably call him selfish, but as long as you call him at all, he doesn't give a shit. Because in the grand scheme of things, he really can't drive, and you two are inevitably endgame.
You're the ball, and he's your chain.
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Currently insane about the way that both Armand and Louis are actively involved in rewriting Louis' memories during the Loumand marriage era. Like, it's not just that Armand is working the Mind Gift on Louis when things go wrong, Louis is doing everything he can to rewrite the narrative, too. They both fundamentally understand (whether that understanding is correct or not) that Louis cannot survive the knowledge of Claudia's death, the truth of it, the truth of Armand's and Lestat's and his own culpability in the events surrounding it.
And so they are both, constantly, trying to give Louis some other narrative to believe, to the point where it's kind of impossible to truly know which of them is responsible for what edits. Like, we can guess, but to know? For sure? I don't think they even know for sure! Did Armand meddle with Louis' memory of the trial? Did Louis, trapped in that stone-filled coffin, replaying everything over and over with tiny changes, little alterations, until the distinction between memory and fantasy was irreparably eroded? Did Louis ask for the memory of San Fransisco to be taken? Who took the pages out of Claudia's diaries? Who designed the Dubai penthouse, coffin and archive and shrine to Louis' history, carefully curated and sanitized and protected from outside influences? Who put the Steins in the album?
Both of them, both of them, both of them. Whoever did it, the answer is both of them. They are co-authoring a story where Louis is blameless and Armand is forgiven and no one is suicidal and they are in love.
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