Changing His Bandages Headcanons and Scenario; Osamu Dazai
Where to begin with this!
Normally, he won’t let anyone know why he wears his bandages; he dislikes the thought.
In fact, the first time his s/o offered to change his bandages for him, it caught him off guard. Though, he immediately regained his composure and played off his s/o’s offer by saying he sleeps in his bandages.
This claim isn’t entirely false though… 😭
If you really want to see what’s with the bandages, Dazai would have to trust you with his whole being. He has to trust that you won’t be going around explaining why he wears the bandages, and he has to trust that you wouldn’t be weirded out by them.
In order for him to trust you, well, it could take months… years. He doesn’t trust others that easily.
Once he does trust his s/o, he’d go on and explain why his body appears the way it does. He doesn’t really like talking about it though, so you’d get a short and bitter answer.
Of course you wouldn’t pry on it.. it’s personal. If he wanted to tell his s/o more details, then he would on his own will. Nothing could pressure him into telling his s/o about it before he’s ready.
Scenario…
Dazai had just got out of the shower, and only wore a towel around his waist. You, of course, were sitting in the living room on the love seat. You were scrolling through your phone, smiling at random things that caught your eye. Dazai had found the sight before him endearing. How could he not?
He said down beside you with a faint smile on his face. “My Belladonna, could you please help me wrap myself up?”
You blinked as you set your phone down. Dazai asking you to help him with his bandages was a rare occurrence. Possibly today was a good day at the agency? That’s what you chalked it up to anyway.
“Of course,” you smiled. “Did you bring the bandages?”
Dazai only nodded as he handed you the roll of bandages. You took the roll out of his grasp, then took his right arm into your care. Silently, you started to carefully wrap his wrist.
Dazai observed as you carried out your actions. He was… happy that he could trust you. He was happy that you weren’t disgusted by his old wounds. He was just happy to have you. A bittersweet smile adorned his features as he continued to think about how happy you made him.
“Ah my beautiful lover! You’re almost like my personal medic!” Dazai said rather loudly.
You only chuckled at his antics. You had finished wrapping up his right arm.
“If I’m your personal medic, then wouldn’t that make you a soldier I was treating?”
You grabbed his left arm, then started the same process all over again.
“I’d much rather be your knight in shining armor than a soldier, my love,” Dazai chuckled.
Your touches were feather light. Dazai enjoyed this feeling. It was rather relaxing on his end. He noticed your faint smile, and only assumed that you enjoyed this as well. In a way, this could be considered an activity that the two of you like to do to destress.
You had finished wrapping his left arm. You then went to wrap his torso, but Dazai stopped you for a brief moment.
“I can do this myself,” he said.
“Are you sure? I really don’t mind.”
Dazai stopped to think for a moment. What had he ever done to deserve you?
“You want to continue to do this?” He questioned. You only nodded.
“I enjoy helping you do this, Osamu.”
He wiped under his eyes, making it look like he was wiping tears.
“Ah you’re too kind to me!” He exclaimed.
You rolled your eyes as you started to wrap the bottom of his torso. On occasion, Dazai would twitch from your touch if you grazed a particularly ticklish area. Other than that, wrapping his torso was spent in a comfortable silence.
When you had finished, Dazai jumped on you right away. He hugged you rather tightly as he rubbed his cheek onto yours.
“My sweet, I love you so much.”
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RWRB Movie Analysis: Henry's Seclusion and Perception-Part 1
“They used to call me the prince of England’s hearts, but now it feels like everyone hates me.”
“Hey, they still love you.”
“They love the idea of me. And now they are faced with the reality.”
These three lines stuck with me for some reason.
The time gap between the email leaks and Alex flying to London is significantly longer in the movie. In the book it was almost immediate, I think in the span of one or two days? But in the movie, it was a week.
In that week, Alex wasn't shielded away from media or news about the matter, seeing as he watched Miguel's interview on his laptop. We already know that his parents are ultimately incredibly supportive of both his sexuality and his relationship with Henry. The White House Staff, his team, are implied to be supportive as well, since I don't think the press conference and his speech was solely his effort, plus Zahra said she's proud of him. Him getting outted before he was ready was a terrible thing that happened to him, but amidst the chao and pain, he had a support system, and he wasn't limited to seeing a single side of the public's reaction.
Henry though? Henry and Bea, the only other person who supports him (I do think Shaan does care about and support Henry, but he's also a palace employee under orders), had all of their electronics, their tools to access the internet, outside information taken away from them. He was stuck with a brother who was endlessly berating him, a grandfather who was giving him the cold shoulder, and a neglectful, absent mother. Bea loves him, but when the rest of the family is crushing down on him there's only so much one person can do. Even in meetings, even if the situation is entirely about him, about his sexuality and relationship, he's not involved in discussions. There's a heartbreaking shot during Alex’s speech, where although he’s in the centre of the frame, although he's at the head of the table, the other people aren't facing him, they’re talking among themselves, not talking to him. And Henry looks like he desperately wants to be part of the conversation, but he can't cut in, and you can see his eyes drop and him giving up. I don't know if anyone has had that experience, of wanting to join in a discussion but constantly getting cut out or ignored, but I can tell you, it feels fucking awful.
So in that horrible, horrible week, Henry was forced into an information cocoon, where all the information he received was how bad this thing that was forced onto him was for the crown's image, how awful of a person he is for being gay and pursuing a relationship with Alex/ letting a “mad infatuation” ruin the image they made him create, and how others in the palace are dealing with this for him in a way he doesn't agree or have a say in. That's all he could see, and when that’s all you can see, it starts to feel like the definitive truth.
That's why it feels like everyone hates him. Because within the space he was confined in, save for Bea and Shaan, everyone did act like they hated him. No Alex, No Pez, No. Oscar, no public opinion. He was forbidden from seeing any support. That's why he feels so lost.
So when finally, he gets to see a sea of rainbow outside Buckingham Palace, he's so overwhelmingly glad and determined, as he realizes that he's still the Prince of England's heart, he is still loved by his people, perhaps even more so now, because he's one of them. He's their rainbow prince.
He's finally confident, as he takes his love's hand and steps out onto the balcony, greeted by howling cheers and applause, an ocean of support that he didn't get to see before, but was always there.
Alex was right all along.
"They still love you."
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