#etcnnante

it’s a struggle.  self-control, that is.  being at the mercy of an unforgiving man made caesar seem so desperate, so pathetic  —-  the body demands stimulation, pleads for relief, but it will not be granted.  not yet.

The spout of violence was captivating, raw—and so out of character. Joylne stands, her brows knitting in confusion, a twang of worry in her heart as she watches Weather unpack the scenario that had come and went, and even then her opinion of him doesn’t falter. . .Rather, she approaches, squatting in front of him taking care to leave a suitable distance between them.

❝. . .I bet. . .but you’re okay. ❞ There’s a weakness in the smile that pulls but still, she persists, ❝ Everything is okay now—-and as much as I’m sure you want to figure out what THAT was, maybe just try to accept that it happened. ❞ As if she were one to talk, ❝ Who you were before this. . .what exists in your memories, it IS in the past. . .Even if we are actively trying to recover those memories. . .but that doesn't mean whatever life you had before this didn't imprint on you.❞ Slowly, she sits with crossed legs, her head canting slightly to stare at his bruised hands as she tries her best to comfort Weather. 

❝ Honestly. . .if the bastard made you that upset, he probably deserved it. ❞ Palms move behind her as she leans back, her eyes relaxing to half-mast as a gentle sigh leaves her, her eyes lifting to stare at the fluorescent lights overhead. ❝. . .but if you don’t like how it felt. . .❞ She trails off, eyes dropping to glance at her butterfly tattoo. ❝. . .we can consider other options, you know? Like. . .If your memories turn you into someone like that. . .I can find a way to take them away again, but only if that’s something you’d want. ❞

The chance of such a reality makes her swim in guilt, a cascade of emotions drowning her. . .It seems so UNFAIR—and to witness the RAW reaction to something so heinous has her concerned about everything moving forward. In her heart, she wants to believe he’d never do anything to put her or their friends in jeopardy, but he can’t guarantee anything. . .She knows this, but still, she remains at his side, refusing to leave him. 

❝⸻Whatever choice you make. . .I won’t judge you for it. I just need to know what you want. ❞

A Zeppeli would always lay their life down for a Joestar.

Great-great grandfather Will did it. Great Uncle Caesar. She would not let Dario be the next Zeppeli to do so. Not when she was young, powerful, and more than capable of taking his place. Of course, he protested- and it wasn't only him but other members of the famiglia as well, and she had to admit, their arguments were sound: she'd only taken over the family a year before- it was time, now, to make her name, to take the respect from the other Dons that she had every right to.

There were more important things.

Making the Joestars pay.

To deliver Joseph Joestar's body on a silver platter.

She groaned, fingers pressing against her temple as her brows furrowed. No, that was- her head was killing her. The headaches were getting more frequent in the last few months. Making her think strange things. See strange things. Then again, that wasn't exactly new- she'd had strange visions all her life.

"Baroness Zeppeli, are you okay?" One of the pilots must have noticed her grimace and heard her small sound of discomfort. Even Iggy, as indifferent as he normally was, was peering up at her.

"I'm fine, sorry. Just a bit of a headache is all." She responded to the headset.

The man nodded. "We're beginning our descent, Baroness. Are you sure about this? We can still take you back--" "No. This is something I have to do."

Both men sighed- they'd promised Dario they'd try to deter her, but that was the sixth rebuff. There was clearly no changing her mind. Bianca peered out the window again, frowning- there were ruins nearby, and she could have sworn... no. There was no one on the desolate stones- it must have been a trick of the light. Instead, she turned her attention to the group of men on the ground- five of them, looking small but growing bigger as the helicopter descended.

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taming the unease bucking against his ribs proved the most difficult challenge yet; it pulled strings on his body language, prompting a swallow, a deep inhale —- and a trembling exhale, almost shrinking giorno's presence. this was a delicate matter … therefore, a delicate approach was necessary.

“ certain organisms can bring death to whatever they touch. perhaps … gold experience could ‘aid’ your father. ” okuyasu wasn't home. mr. nijimura was upstairs. the quiet was unnecessary —- despite all that, giorno found himself whispering to @etcnnante. recent ... ( bloody, visceral, nigh - traumatizing ) events had transpired, granting giorno a realization : his almost - divine ability of creating life could extinguish just as easily. maybe, for once, it could be used for good ... to bestow peace upon a loved one.