Crown of Petals Crown of Thorns

He usually didn’t wear it, but for the past few weeks, he’s taken to wearing his old circlet more regularly.

It's not a suggestion.

"These night terrors are just getting worse…"

It's not unusual to see Vanilla wandering the halls at night, but recently Giorno seemed to see him around more frequently.

Delicate flowers and leaves gilded with white gold. I feel pretty goddamn decadent.

What’s this? Are you picking a with your papa?  I didn’t take you for the type to fight for fun.  You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?

He quickly picks himself up and brushes himself off before taking off in a dead sprint. The only thought in his mind is getting as far away from this madman as possible.

"How are you doing this evening?"

"I am well, more or less. And yourself? How has your night been?"

"Ah, good evening young master. Always a pleasure."

"Likewise."

[He chuckles to himself, why was he blessed with such a cute son?  ]

Giorno gasps for air as Dio's grip tightens just a bit too much, fists pounding uselessly wherever he can land a hit. 

He bows his head once more in apology, starting to talk towards the door, holding it open for Giorno. If his Dio did return… He can’t say what he would do. He honestly doesn’t know. The uncertainty is probably what drives him to be upset.

They walk to the car in relative silence, the quiet only broken when Giorno remarks on what a lovely night it is.

I drew a Giorno for crownofpetals.  or I tried to, anyway.

We have plenty of time to get to know each other.  What would you like to do with your papa?  Your free to pick whatever activity.

He wiggles in a very undignified manner, for once looking younger than his age.

Crash and Burn ;; Savage Garden