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What a curious question and yet... a little ominous. Not that he was doing anything wrong but she has come to learn random questions often weren't so random - and in her line of work, typically led to less pleasant outcomes.

RANDOM ASKS. ( ALWAYS ACCEPTING )

there's a gentleness behind the sincerity that he bares for the king, even if it isn't deserved for someone like herself. For long the King of Knights had only one desire which was making amends to the country that she failed in bringing their prosperity. But things have changed, even though the faith of proclaiming victory could become difficult. Those last battles among her Master's enemies were...relentless and stubborn with their own reasons for fighting. Saber could respect them, as well as wanting to do everything for the sake of her Master. The light that shines on her was no different than a warrior's spirit --- she would not resort to raising Excalibur for the sake of pointless bloodshed. Yet it was vital to obtain the Grail for their goals, the reasons why they became master and servant. She vowed using her sword for his protection but his words left her somewhat flustered. An embarrassed look would claim the king, uncertain how to take kind words when Camelot only whispered doubts into the king who cannot understand the hearts of men. "I would not doubt your words, Dio. Though you have mentioned of this man, I had no idea that he carried a similar splendor to my own. I...believe he must have been a noble man who was honorable to his last breath. T...That is what I wish to be as king, even if my kingdom has fallen. Forgive me if I might have brought some harsh memories of his passing from long ago."

A part of Saber didn't wish to bring up any saddening memories but there was curiosity in the king's eyes. Much about her Master had been shared through dreams, knowing their connection had grown stronger. The King of Knights couldn't help being...quite speechless over one man who wished to have her remain by his side. Even the Grail couldn't grant much, no matter how powerful it may become. Would it truly grant him the wish of having someone like Arturia reside in this era? It was an ambitious objective, though it'd become selfish for this king to pursuit her own happiness. She found humanity within the being that is not mortal --- the being who cannot step out into the sun or risk perishing. It truly became a surprise to know someone desires her in this manner, seeing how she hadn't been treated like a human or woman. The talk of love was another puzzling matter but isn't blind to its touch. Although the Servant was determined to win the war and bringing her country a new king, it would go against her Master's wishes. He wouldn't desire to lose a light like herself and she would not wish to disappoint him. Armor had vanished for a hand to reach out, letting it rest on cold cheeks to ease his concerns.

embrace

who was his father?   if you asked giorno’s mother, her words were vague   —-   handsome, charming, tall. all typical for the intoxicated brain of an addicted woman, whose memories blurred together whenever stimulants affected her;  unfortunately for giorno, this has been most of her life. the only proof she provided for his existence was the photo he kept with him at all times, the name “dio” scribbled roughly on the back. it was poorly lit, leaving many of his father’s defining features hidden behind shadow. giorno still remembered the day she handed this to him  …  and how he stared for hours. 

who was his father?  if you asked giorno, he was the subject of many somber fantasies. whenever his step-father punished him for daring to exist too close to him by burning and hitting and striking, giorno retreated into a vivid fantasy. one where dio was there for him. one where the man he never knew could be the father he wanted, the father he needed. as a child, this is what kept him from running away. maybe, little giorno thought, maybe if i stay here, he might come and take me away.

this never happened. despite that, his fondness for the man never quite left. his previous fixation left his heart sore whenever the name ‘dio’ was spoken by anyone. 

it was … surreal, meeting him now. truth be told, giorno was afraid. what if his expectations were wrong? what if he were as cruel as his step-father, or as neglectful as his mother? what if he were worse? the fear he felt now was worse than when he faced almost certain death; when his gaze first locked onto the terrifying eyes of king crimson.

"But you are, so very much. Exactly the kind of lady that I, DIO would love to sleep with."

                 UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

     “Uh... thank you? I have no idea what you mean by making me ‘your lunch’, though.” Honestly, to say Vivian happens to be baffled would be an understatement, because she seriously had no idea what this guy was even going on about. Could it be he had been drinking beforehand? After all, that alone would certainly explain him acting like a wannabe Hannibal Lector

    “Er... Dio, was it?” Vivian then brings herself to awkwardly question upon figuring the least she could do was indulge him. “Would you care to expand on why my life was suddenly spared and what you exactly find so interesting about me? Also, am I allowed to call you ‘Didi’ for short?”