Ryūnosuke Akutagawa || 芥川 龍之介 (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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jikan_rpg2021-08-26 02:31 pm
blackbeastcoat) wrote in jikan_rpg2021-08-26 02:31 pm
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When you're gone I fall apart [Closed]
⌛ Who: Akutagawa & Mafia House
⌛ What: Dazai's departure does NOT sit well with a certain man who intends to do something about it.
⌛ When: After said man has disappeared
⌛ Where: Mafia House
⌛ Warnings: General angst, pain and violence
[ The second it happened, Akutagawa had been walking from the kitchen to his room with a glass in his hand. He'd wanted a drink so he'd excused himself from Dazai briefly. The glass fell to the ground out of his hand and shattered while pain wracked his entire body and drove him to his knees.
After a few minutes of kneeling in the hallway in agony, panic set in and he got to his feet. He didn't realize when he'd been in pain before that he'd cut his hand on the broken glass on the floor, mind reeling as he bolted towards Dazai's room and opened the door.
The blankets were still rumpled where the other had been moments ago and the door was still shut the way it'd been when he left it only a couple minutes ago. Dazai had been right there with a promise of being there when he came back, and coupling that with the pain from before? The pieces connected and he stared numbly for a moment, the very air around him almost seeming to come alive with a VERY thick static electricity before he clenched his hands into fists. ]
Do they find this funny?
[ Akutagawa snarled out the words and immediately the entire hallway shook, sharp black and red tendrils lashing out and gouging lines into the walls, floor and ceiling just before he turned on his heel. Heading for the front door while Rashomon still bristled within his black coat as if it were being swayed by an invisible breeze.
Like it was alive, and a murderous aura was positively rolling off of him. Someone may want to stop him. ]
⌛ What: Dazai's departure does NOT sit well with a certain man who intends to do something about it.
⌛ When: After said man has disappeared
⌛ Where: Mafia House
⌛ Warnings: General angst, pain and violence
[ The second it happened, Akutagawa had been walking from the kitchen to his room with a glass in his hand. He'd wanted a drink so he'd excused himself from Dazai briefly. The glass fell to the ground out of his hand and shattered while pain wracked his entire body and drove him to his knees.
After a few minutes of kneeling in the hallway in agony, panic set in and he got to his feet. He didn't realize when he'd been in pain before that he'd cut his hand on the broken glass on the floor, mind reeling as he bolted towards Dazai's room and opened the door.
The blankets were still rumpled where the other had been moments ago and the door was still shut the way it'd been when he left it only a couple minutes ago. Dazai had been right there with a promise of being there when he came back, and coupling that with the pain from before? The pieces connected and he stared numbly for a moment, the very air around him almost seeming to come alive with a VERY thick static electricity before he clenched his hands into fists. ]
Do they find this funny?
[ Akutagawa snarled out the words and immediately the entire hallway shook, sharp black and red tendrils lashing out and gouging lines into the walls, floor and ceiling just before he turned on his heel. Heading for the front door while Rashomon still bristled within his black coat as if it were being swayed by an invisible breeze.
Like it was alive, and a murderous aura was positively rolling off of him. Someone may want to stop him. ]