Wryyy Me To The Moon

Part five + Rohan (and others) because they just fit too perfectly

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Bruno

Stared Giorno dead in the eye for 10 seconds in silence before saying “We can use this” without elaborating. Giorno was put off by this but stayed silent.

Once casually offered Giorno a sip of an enemy he was about to finish off, to which Giorno politely declined.

Abbacchio

Doesn’t believe a word of it and is convinced that Giorno is even more batshit insane than initially thought. Annoyed that the majority of the house believes the nonsense.

After Giorno completed several humanly impossible tasks, Abbacchio went silent on the matter. He later placed an eviction notice on Giorno’s bedroom door 2 days later. He figured if Giorno were to ever go rogue, he knew that his life would be the first to get cut.

Narancia

First words were “I KNEW IT” to which everyone questioned how the hell he could have guessed something like THAT. His assessment was that Giorno was pale even after living in this Italian sun, ethereal beauty, barely ate or slept for too long yet always managed to be alert and energized enough regardless. “Okay, minus the beauty, you’re describing half the methed up junkies in Napoli.” Abbacchio countered. But Narancia was not having any of that. He told himself that he knew it and no one was going to take that from him dammit..

Offers to feed the enemies they kill to Giorno, who politely refuses.

Mista

Another skeptic. Sided with Abbacchio on Giorno being batshit, initially, until proven wrong with sufficient proof. Immediately accepts Giorno without a hassle.

“You drop this bombshell, but still won’t tell me how you got around downing Abbacchio’s piss at Libeccios? My guy, your priorities...” he says to which Bruno replies “What?”

Fugo

Another initial skeptic, but after sufficient proof, he began to harbor a new found fear of Giorno. The fear was quickly curbed by spending time with Giorno and having the boy answer many questions about his physiology and biological makeup. News of what could only be described as “2 fathers in 1” seemed more confusing than anything to do with vampiric blood.

Regret is a sickening temptation - and you have ruined everything.

Content Warnings: Angst, Explicit Sexual Content (Oral & Implied), Implied Past Attempted Sexual Assault, Potentially Dubious Consent, & Unhealthy Relationship Dynamics (Past & Present)

You said you would do your own makeup. And yet, here you sit on a thrifted barstool – never mind the tweed upholstery that digs into the underside of your skirt-clad thighs, when you paid less for the stool than you would a loaf of bread – and flinch as your sister nearly prods your iris with the mascara wand clutched in her tremoring hand. She smells of hair spray and counterfeit perfume. You look to the mirror that hangs above the vanity.

“You really should change before we go,” she tells you while returning the wand to its tube. Fingers toil through your hair: she scrutinizes your appearance as though you are a porcelain doll and she your maker. You suppose that, in a way, she is. “You won’t catch anyone’s attention dressed like that.”