#caestusvulpes

"Sometimes the lull between journeys is its own reward," Azem said in an idle silence. "But I did come bearing a gift since I've taken so long to visit!" Clapping her hands together, she draws forth a small pink worm toy with glass googly eyes and a thin, imperceptible string attached to its nose.

When Hythlodaeus had learned that Azem had returned from her latest adventure he had left his office almost in a hurry, excited to reunite with her and hear all the stories about the people and creatures she had encountered on her travels. The Chief of the Bureau of the Architect was not much of a fighter, he despised arguments as much as any law-abiding Amaurotine, but he could not help but admire Azem for her abilities and her courage to explore the star despite all the dangers that could be hidden around any corner.

Wrapping his arms around her in a warm embrace Hythlodaeus held her against his chest for a moment before taking a step back, gaze wandering over her to make sure she was okay, hale and hearty and only then did he invite her to sit down on the bench with him. His appreciation for her was reflected in the soft smile on his face and as always he was attracted to the warm light of her soul like a moth to the flame.

I’ve missed you. The words died on his tongue when Azem mentioned a gift and Hythlodeaus tilted his head to the side in curiosity as he looked at the little object presented to him. It looked.. like a worm with very silly eyes, but his soul sight could not discern the light of a soul radiating from it, so it had to be.. a toy?

“What is that?”, Hythlodaeus asked with curiosity, reaching out a hand to gently poke it before he chuckled with delight.

“And more important, where did you find that thing?”

Jotaro had heard of his great-grandmother and how much she had smoked all those years ago. The raven haired teen had listened to his grandfather and mother speak on the woman so much that the stories had practically been engraved into his brain. Ocean greens lingered upon the woman beside him, the cancer stick pressed between his lips for a long while as he pondered over her words. Hikari had a certain charm about her that didn't make the younger Joestar immediately want to punt her across the universe.

Strange how things turned out, wasn't it?

A soft huff of breath left the taller figure while a large hand raised as his eyes closed briefly, fingers grasping the cigarette and pulled it from his lips. "Fair enough." Jotaro finally answered after some time, eyes opening as he leaned back while folding muscled arms across his chest.

His head tilted a moment as his mind thought back to her words from moments ago. While Joseph had spoken much upon his mother and how she'd treated him while favoring Caesar and Hikari, the Joestar couldn't help but to wonder; just what was Lisa Lisa truly like? Sure, she smoked - from what he'd just learned of her. Hard candies? There was moments pause as he contemplated her offer, never being one for sweets much, but for Hikari? He'd acquiesce and set aside the cancer stick for something somewhat healthier. A small nod was given in response to her small bribery.

'Hello Hikari Nakama,

I am a woman who lives in Las Vegas, USA. My brother Rowan and I are in dire need of your services. I heard about you and found out that you are a strong stand user who is able to help others around the world. We are stand users ourselves. I was hoping you would be able to help us with some people that have been trying to hurt us for something that is completely outside of our control. We've done nothing wrong, and yet they continue to try and cause us grief in spite of that. I would be willing to set up a phone call and explain more if that is easier than communicating through email. Attached below is my phone number. I will be willing to pay whatever price you name. My brother has been getting so stressed out because of this, and I'm determined to get this settled once and for all.

Sincerely,

Viridian Lovat.'

With blurry and tear-stained eyes, Viridian read over the email once, and then twice more just to make sure there were no typos. Not that it mattered, anyways. It was far too difficult for her to think straight right now. She had typed the whole thing up in a hurry as soon as she had gotten home from the hospital, trying to make things go as quickly as possible. She tried not to think about the fact that the person might not even read the email that quickly in the first place thanks to not even living in the same time zone as them. Viridian had to try, though. She hoped the email sounded precise and polite enough.

'Well,' Viridian thought to herself, 'Here goes nothing.'

𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑩𝑰𝑫 ᶜᵘʳᶤᵒˢᶤᵗʸ . ▓ " can we talk ?  alone ? " @caestusvulpes

Jolyne leaned against the top of a wooden picnic table in the prison yard, her knees propped up against the attached bench. One of her hands hung slack, while the other rested on her knee, using her palm to support her head. Despite the 'familiarity' and the ever-cycling events at Green Dolphin Street Prison, there were moments of 'downtime' that offered her a brief respite – a time just to be. It didn't alleviate her situation significantly, but it let things settle, even if only for a moment. Most days, she spent her time near Ermes and a few others, but today, she had chosen to take some time for herself. . .Still, she’d be lying if she said she wasn’t bored, and it seems the second exasperation leaves her someone begins speaking.

❝ Huh ? ❞ A brow lifted as Jolyne's eyes drifted to the female who had approached her. When the request was made, her brows narrowed in suspicion. She straightened up, standing as her arms stretched, and a faint hum of thought escaped her throat. A satisfying pop echoed from one of her shoulders as she stretched, ❝ What about ? ❞ her gaze shifted briefly, checking if anyone was within earshot, and once it was evident that it was clear, her eyes returned to the stranger. ❝ This is about as 'alone' as things are gonna get. What do you want ? ❞ the tone in her voice carried weight, and her posture didn't seem very friendly, but Jolyne saw it as a way to size up the stranger. ❝⸻and who the hell are you ? ❞

>> YES!

>> YES. THAT’S IT. 

>> IF I HAD MONEY TO THROW AT SILICONE MOLDS, I WOULD.

;; A mental image I couldn't get out of my head (featuring @caestusvulpes goin :x in the bg)

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