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❝ cos in holding us C L O S E // i find half of you half of me gone. „

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An invitation to his office, nothing out of the ordinary per se, reckoning that seeking some solitude has normally been taken in her chamber or throughout a private adventure Caine had generated, for today, being here, it was precisely what the couple had planned for tonight. For one thing, it was a basic routine --- pleasant lengthy exchanges, ad hominem queries amid clarifications, a window to peek around Caine's observations along with what his own internal feelings and sorrows had been telling him lately, merely to refrain from the requisite brooding and spiraling. He needed feedback to maintain his spark, which she provided willingly, but also to… well, keep his mind at comfortable levels.

For a moment, Beatrice became pleasantly occupied as she surveyed the expansive workroom she had been invited to, examining the spheres that were categorized by color and hue on various shelves, likely all the adventures and concepts Caine had cultivated and archived over the decades. Was it pride that kept them here? An idea he had to preserve and display like a certificate of achievement? That wouldn't be a far-fetched thought --- after all, he existed as a creative AI. Perhaps the input submitted, verbally or emotionally, wasn't entirely disregarded or treated with negative sentiment, interpreted as a prompt well done.

Subsequently, she approached the vastly towering bookshelf, endeavoring to comprehend the monumental quantity of volumes that were present. It required some time for her to acknowledge later on that the atmosphere was beginning to … shift, light turning more delicate, warmer and tranquil. Was that ... music? Blue spheres spun to capture the ringmaster in the distance, who was observing her calmly, yet exhibiting a keen intent in his eyes that she could recognize all too well… Expectation. 'Would she notice? Would she like it?' He loved in a genuinely unique way, nothing comparable to the gravity and fervor with which a human, SHE, had loved him in return. But oh, how he had tried… How he had promised that Beatrice had become meaningful, mattered to him and how he admired her according to his own conception and definition of that feeling. How could her heart not ache when she saw him like this?

"Is that smooth jazz? Cool Jazz? Reminds me of Chet Baker." She had asked calmly, with an obvious undertone in her voice, as she pulled herself away from the bookshelf and slowly approached the AI, stepping out of the shadows into the vibrant orange light, trudging toward Caine. The significant difference in height was now clearly visible being so close, her eyelids hung low, as consistently, kind and gracious, while dark blue eyes sparkled with avidity.

But the height gap was quickly overcome as soon as Caine floated into the air to meet her at eye level while the two gazed into each other’s eyes, and for a moment, not even Beatrice offered a comment, but let Caine dictate the game he had planned for this moment. His hand reached out, lifted her blue, winged hand, pressing his teeth against her skin to kiss her, inducing Beatrice to gasp silently in surprise. He had always been so gentle and tender with her, and she relished every moment when he permitted himself to articulate his emotions as they were. The kiss felt surprisingly soft, even while his teeth were actually touching her… It wasn't particularly robust, as one would expect from a set of teeth.

"My, my… Is that an invitation? Maybe even to dance?" This was yet another of her playful comments, but she had intended it with genuine intent. It's… been a while since she could just let herself get carried away by such activities, by music… by dancing. It reminded her of Ribbit. Beatrice held this sentiment in high regard, and it served as a profound bond between them. How much she missed the weekly get-togethers, karaoke, dancing, even teaching her a handful of instruments… Ribbit hadn't even minded taking Caine along once the connections between him and Beatrice had grown stronger.

A slight hint in her disposition revealed that it was a beautiful but sad sentiment. She profoundly missed Ribbit, and … perhaps being in his presence would alleviate her anguish and overwhelming sense of loss Beatrice frequently exhibited for her friend.

One hand interlaced with Caine's while her other one caught hold of his shoulder and held him, face drew so close that she could rest her forehead against Caine's upper jaw area. "It's been a while since I last danced. You know that, don't you?" The woman whispered to him as she took the initial step and danced slowly to the rhythm of the music, in close proximity to Caine. For a brief second, her hues averted, gaze lowered as she abruptly sensed herself flooded with thoughts of all the regretful things that had arisen over time, of the events that had changed… For better, for worse, ruefulness, joyousness. "I remember the first time we spoke after Ribbit… had left us on that day. When you were there, in my room and you just … held my hand while my world broke apart in that very moment. You were the reason I got my laugh back. The reason why I fell asleep with a smile on my face again and filled me with the urge to simply do things once more so being faced with … life wouldn't be as painful as they were anymore. Ribbit wouldn't have wanted me to grieve in vain and throw myself away once again. They always tended to push me, you know? A trait you two share, believe it or not. Just in your very own… alternative, unique ways."

"Is this starting to become a habit, Bucciarati?"

Pair of pale blue-violet settled on the man before him with unmatched certainty, as though Abbachio had long since memorized exactly where Bruno would appear, at any time, in any place where he himself was meant to be --- more or less his own fault, really. He had allowed it to become this way, made them possible so their continued visits were nourished.

A great deal of time had passed since their first encounter, back when he had justified his presence on the beach with flimsy excuses, too many people, the need to keep order, only to abandon his strict sense of duty the moment conversation took hold. Again and again, he had let himself be drawn in, lingering longer than he should have, all because of this man he had met by the shore… a lone fisherman and his remarkable, almost impossibly ... captivating son.

"Well, what's this now? Another of your attempts to put on lipstick and slip away again? You do know how to keep a man mentally occupied with expectations and surprises." There was something softer beneath that tease of his, something unspoken that settled against his chest like a weight both unfamiliar and strangely welcome. What had begun as simple sympathy had long since grown into something more, it was persistent and evidently also very troublesome to ignore. And yet, the young officer no longer found it in himself to correct Bruno's behavior, to remind him of boundaries or decorum, despite a growing sense of gravity that folded itself across his heart similarly to a soothing, weighted blanket, causing subjects to feel enchanted yet hair-rising at the same time. Somewhere along the way, those rules had begun to blur.

Abbachio allowed himself to be indulged, despite a flicker of timorousness that lingered within, a smile ghosted over dark purple-painted lips. Hand rose, fingers resting beneath Bruno's chin as he tilted his head upward, guiding his gaze into his own. Abbachio stepped closer, shutting the gap that remained between them, pale hair brushing softly against his features now that it had grown into longer bangs, no longer kept as neatly and short-cut as before.

"Harassing a police officer is still an offense. One that could earn you punishment, ragazzo."

He leaned in just a fraction more, close enough that his words brushed against the fisherman's ear, tone softening into something quieter, yet the rough, low-rung baritone in his voice remained and resonated against a hearing entrance.

"So tell me… how do you plan to get out of this? A confession? An apology… or perhaps -" An amused huff lingered in his voice.

NAME: Beatrice/Bea REAL NAME: R̶͚̙̠̞̞͐̀̍̀̅̓̚͘͘͝E̸̡̮͙̱̤̩̟̘͘͝T̷͕͇͖̦͓̑͋̄̽̑̚͠R̵̹̹̦̩̟͖̩̕A̵̠̦͌̽͋͘C̵̩̣̀͒͂͒̂̉̈̂̂̚T̵̢̻͚͍͖̰̎͜E̴̡̜̱͊͐̄̾̄̔͝D̵̗̤͈̳̠͇̬̖̠̔͘ CIRCUS AVATAR: Secretary Bird AGE: 32 VOICE CLAIM: Jamie Landrum GENDER: Female SEXUALITY: Demisexual / Demiromantic HEIGHT: 5"6 / 170 cm (about the same height as Zooble) WEIGHT: 56 kilograms / 123 lbs, though die to the cartoonish nature of the circus, she feels more like a lightweight EYE COLOR: Dark Cobalt Blue HAIR (Feather) COLOR: White feathers with light blue ends on hands and "hair" PLACE AND DATE OF BIRTH: Born in R̶͚̙̠̞̞͐̀̍̀̅̓̚͘͘͝E̸̡̮͙̱̤̩̟̘͘͝T̷͕͇͖̦͓̑͋̄̽̑̚͠R̵̹̹̦̩̟͖̩̕A̵̠̦͌̽͋͘C̵̩̣̀͒͂͒̂̉̈̂̂̚T̵̢̻͚͍͖̰̎͜E̴̡̜̱͊͐̄̾̄̔͝D̵̗̤͈̳̠͇̬̖̠̔͘ March 5th 1985 ZODIAC: Pisces OCCUPATION: Job hunting most of her life, applied for an administrative salary before landing in the circus CHARACTERISTICS: tends to watch rather than act first when around new people or surroundings, notices subtle things in others (especially emotional shifts), rarely reacts dramatically, cares deeply (sometimes too deep) but doesn't express it in an overly emotional way, comfortable in solitude (not reliant on constant interaction), reflects a lot, very understated in humor, patient, philosophically inclined RELATIONSHIPS: Caine - partner, consultant, trusted acquaintance (affiliated with @bravcguardian) Kinger - mentor, father surrogate, Ragatha (sibling-like bond) TBA ALIGNMENT: Neutral Good

Trivia

She grew up with five siblings, right in the middle of them all and was treated pretty much how you would expect. Never the golden child, but never the black sheep either

She was always more the observant type than someone who puts herself in the spotlight or jumps into conversations and instead got to know people by simply watching and picking up on small details over time, without really needing to talk to them directly. It often caught people off guard when she remembered their birthday or congratulated them on something, especially when they barely realized she had been paying attention at all

Beatrice has always carried a bit of Weltschmerz, that quiet heaviness about the world that never really goes away and over time she learned to deal with it by pushing her feelings down and telling herself she's at peace with things and accepted them how they were because nothing would change anyway, but she never really realized that this "inner peace" is more of a coping mechanism, it's just years of bottled up emotions and needs she got used to ignoring.

She's afraid of snakes, especially small ones that are potentially venomous

While she understands others well, she is oddly disconnected from her own needs. She can identify someone else's discomfort instantly, yet take much longer to recognize her own

"That was a tad forward, wasn't it? I'm sorry."

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"Sì, signore."

An unforced confirmation, a blue gaze lingered as the man was voluntarily regarded. The stranger carried himself with a familiarity already that did not belong to this place, yet he showed no visible discomfort with it either. It was … unusual. Most outsiders arriving here carried hesitation with them, even fear, rightly so, it was an ongoing crime-ridden livelihood. Why not him?

Since the events of the previous year, his position paired with Mista's had changed as one of Giorno's most trusted consiglieri, he no longer moved through the organization as a mere capo. Responsibilities had shifted and with them came the necessity of even greater caution.

"And you intend to meet Giorno Giovanna…" The tone was subtle, yet it conveyed a cautious solidity. "You do understand that isn't something arranged so easily, there are procedures in place. Without them, anyone could walk in and demand an audience."

A momentous truce, a veiled shift of focus as Bruno assessed him again.

"However… your name has reached us before, Jotaro Kujo." Giorno had only indirectly referenced it once, when addressing a boy named Koichi who had flown to Italy some time ago, few details had been offered, but the implication had been clear enough.