#fatethread

JOTARO KNOWS, INTIMATELY, WHAT IT’S LIKE to be abandoned, to be angry. to hate the father that left you. he doesn’t blame her for it. even now, he wonders if he’s just as shitty as his own selfish old man, even if he’d only been trying to protect her. even if it had gutted him to leave them behind. the thought of another person he loves dying because of him was just—

         { 覚悟 } “Did you know? The sweat of a liar tastes sweeter than normal.” The man explained, staring down Jolyne with a serious look that really didn’t fit the utter nonsense he just spouted, as if that totally explained why he just threatened to lick her face. He got uncomfortably close to Jolyne, and continued to stare at her.

     “ AH, WHO’S THIS? Mademoiselle, do you know where I can find a girl named Jolyne? ”

    A grin crinkles the corners of his eyes. “ Last time I saw her, she was about this tall -- ” He motions just below his chest - “ -- and she wore her hair in pigtails. ” Though the years have added lines to his face, though he leans on a cane to support prosthetic legs, the warmth of his smile is the same as it was many years ago.

she’s  trashing  &  fighting  against  it  the  second  her  feet  leave  the  floor,   OBVIOUSLY—   not  just  because  it’s  an  absolutely  shameful  display,   an  embarrassing  act  reserved  for  children .   but  also  because  it’s  a  situation  where  integra’s  clearly  not  the  one  in  control,   &  if  there’s  one  thing  she  ABSOLUTELY  despises   ——

IT’S   NOT   BEING   IN   CONTROL .

(   reimi smiles sweetly, stifling a chuckle --- at least she enjoys her own humor.   )