#haecceiity

Eventually, he leaped over a wall. In a nearby garden which surrounded one of the larger, traditional houses in the area. Finally. Some solitude and peace he craved after all the hassle in the city: An unknown man hit by truck - never to be found. And the truck crashed against the wall, part of its side blown inwards by an unknown force. Simple pure accident, nothing he had intended, nor amused of. Not even at the thought they might be still searching the victim. The very man, already miles away without a scratch. And there he sat by the waterside, pulling up a sleeve that covered his arm. Clenching a fist. Indeed. Not a scratch. But even a life form above EVERYTHING, wasn’t immune to pain. 

This sleepy suburb and its humans scattered in a close range, distant noises of traffic... All of his senses felt irritatingly cluttered by information. Still, there was one stronger source he could focus at, somewhere near by. Perhaps, residents of the house weren’t asleep, after all. Shame it had to be this soon. A figure like him, even dressed in clothes of a modern man, his hair and horns covered under layers of wraps, tended to raise questions. Red lenses shifted slowly towards the backdoor of the house. Head slowly turning along with his body as the tall man stood up. No smile faked, or even raise of a brow given. Only a mere cold, observant stare towards the house walls for any more information. A human woman. Nothing of concern. 

         IF he had only realized THE IRONY the fate had prepared for him. || @haecceiity

Jotaro was nervous. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling for him--but the reason why he was so nervous was something he’d never considered possible for him. After all, he was home. He was in familiar territory, and he should feel completely at ease. It was--irritating that he didn’t feel comfortable at all. He loomed at the doorway to his childhood home, preventing his mother from seeing the person behind him.

“Woman.” He addressed his mother gruffly, as if he hadn’t seen her in a few months. After a moment’s pause, he corrected himself, “--Mother. I have... someone I want you to meet.”

It wouldn’t be obvious to most, but there was a certain awkwardness in how he held himself, stepping back enough that his companion could forward with a smile on her face.

@haecceiity @prodigiosummusae

// Ya’ll both asked for the same questions, so I’ll answer them here! How funny! //

1)  Which muse(s) is/are your favourite(s)? // I have a total bias for Melone. He’s what I started off with in this fandom! //

2)Which muse(s) do you wish had more interactions? // I need way more interaction with Maraiah hhhHHHHH. I know she a hoe, but she’s my hoe-- //

3) Which muse(s) do you currently have most muse for? // Bruh, I have been having a Shinubo muse hardcore lately. She’s one of my all time favs and...she means a lot to me asahjdasgjd. //

4) Name a muse you have written in the past. What was your favourite thing about this muse? // I have written Dio before with a friend, and found it a lot of fun! I love assholes with a huge god complex bc i lowkey have one so just like getting in the zone for that is so interesting!  //

She would grow used to various authority figures covering her art with paint, but what pissed her off the most was when people her age insisted on challenging her by damaging her beautiful street art. This one was a trap, an obvious bait set to stop her from claiming these areas to herself. And she fell right into it. It’d been a couple of minutes since hands were being thrown between Kana and a group of three from another school. There was blood, sweat and paint thrown everywhere. All of them were pretty busted at this point, but she was definitely losing this battle.

Then that thing showed up again. Ah shit. Guess that adrenaline served to bring out that god damn cat one more time. She didn’t really move, as she was thrown against the damaged wall by one of the teens and was trying to regain her breath, but that didn’t stop the supposed spirit from charging forward to protect her. A roar emerged from the lion in that woman’s chest, and an immense power rushed at all three opponents. 

She feels an intense sting on her left leg, but next thing she knows is that the group was running away as if their lives depended on it. The spirit vanishes, and she wonders just how much damage was caused to make them run like that. Kana sat up, eyes wide as she tried to put on an act. She failed miserably. “...... Y-you... you leave my mural alone, ya hear me?! See what happens if I see yer sorry asses ruinin’ my work again!!“ She scoffs for a moment before turning her attention to the burning pain growing on her leg. Oh god, the spirit’s attack got to her again. Hissing as she took account of the situation on her leg, a silhouette far away caught her attention.

            his sentence was short, and from his tone, you could hear             the guilt in his voice. they were simple words, but given the             circumstances, they weighed on his shoulders heavily.             he stood outside the room where holy could be found. he             had been for a moment, without having her realize he was             standing there. eventually, it was his voice that alarmed her             to look at him.

            today, they had returned from their trip from egypt. joseph             and jotaro had already gone ahead with meeting her and             telling her all the things that had happened, he was sure.             he had been busy unfortunately, and couldn’t come with             them at the time to greet her alongside them.

            he was here now though. he had let himself in, perhaps             to surprise her a little by silently approaching the room.

            ❛  i’m ... sorry i’m late, but it’s nice to see you are doing             much better, miss holy.  ❜

     his expression is difficult to read, initially. he’d been wrapped up in his work and hadn’t heard holy enter his room, but he pauses when he feels her arms wrap around him. setting his pencil down upon his desk, he shifts his work forward so he can rest his arm and turn to meet his mother’s gaze.

     ❝ of course i won’t forget about you. ❞ his tone is very matter-of-fact, but there’s a softness that hides beneath it. the way it carries in his voice would be easy for his mother to pick up on, he was certain of that much. ❝ how could i, after everything you’ve done for me? you always saw the best in me, mom. you never gave up on me, even when star manifested and i tried pushing you away out of fear. you... ❞ he has to stop, a sigh escaping him as he does so. eyes slip away from her to fix on a point on the nearby wall. ❝ you’ve been the one constant in my life, and i’m not sure what i would do without you. ❞

     here, he turns fully to return her embrace, squeezing just enough to get his point across.