@rinascitae asked ! : you know, people can hear you. ????? josuke & oku as a treat —
random (chaotic) dialogue starters. / accepting !
' so what if they can hear me ?! i got every reason to be fuckin' angry ! '
TEETH GRINDED as temperamental teen let out some much needed anger - punting a nearby trash can that unfortunately got in his line of sight. an infuriated sigh left okuyasu's lips, aggressively shoving hands back into pockets before turning back to the other.
' it's almost valentine's day but i haven't landed a single date ! even koichi has one ! yet i can hardly get a fuckin' date .... you gotta tell me your secrets , josuke ! '
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“Okay, come here. You don’t need to use that face.”
have a hug + @rinascitae // Jotaro
A SMIRK FLASHED ACROSS HIS FACE the moment the other gave in to the heartbroken face he put on a mere second ago. He had come over all the way from the Speedwagon Foundation in Manhattan to come and visit Jotaro, not to mention what used to be his hometown, before his he had moved alongside his parents to the big city in his teen years.
BESIDES HEARING ABOUT THE stand arrow, there was almost no word from Jotaro while he was there, and it worried him. Luckily with permission, he was allowed to go visit, making sure as to not have Jotaro informed of it so it'd be a surprise, yet when Jotaro opened his hotel room door, he seemed less than enthusiastic about it. Was the situation really that bad?
IT DIDNT TAKE LONG HOWEVER for Noriaki to convince the other to let him in for a hug after not having him seen in so long. Having Jotaro stay in the place he once called home was a strange feeling, though, but he hoped that maybe after all this was over, they'd have some time to just enjoy the summer there, together.
gone : my muse stays by your muses side while they take their last breath. reverse for funsies c: do nara !
oh, how fleeting life could be.
giorno’s hands trembled, heart beating so fast he was certain it occasionally skipped over a beat, a sense of doom festering within his chest. he didn’t want to think of this —- didn’t want to believe it. come on. flesh, muscle and organs regrew as the wounds upon the body which housed narancia’s soul closed, gold experience’s metallic grasp on his skin firm. it was succesful, right? narancia was there — right? the glimmer of hope which giorno clung to was extinguished as he noticed how the temperature of his body began to lower, witnessing the life force fade before his very own eyes. logically, giorno knew : narancia is gone. king crimson had won this invisible fight. these injuries were fatal. and yet, and yet —-
his chest ached. each thud against his ribs felt like torture. it sunk in, deeper and deeper, calling forth a sense of desperation he hadn’t felt in years. narancia is gone. narancia is gone. there was nothing he could do. why couldn’t gold experience prevent this? he’d healed him, right? had this been futile? gritting his teeth, giorno managed to only just prevent himself from weeping, tears brimming in his eyes, near overflowing. he couldn’t cry, not here, not right now; but it proved oh so difficult not to. the wall around his heart was collapsing. talons of guilt clawed at its bricks, until pieces crumbled.
“it’s… completely empty. his soul — it’s gone.”
he could barely let the words out, now. needing to tell them what he knew felt like a personal betrayal. giorno despised this vulnerability. he trusted the people surrounding him, but to think he would break before them? oh, he couldn’t help it. not narancia, please. not narancia.
he felt the warmth of the tears which flowed down his cheek, his soul drawn to its original husk, betraying what he oh so strongly tried to hide. but he couldn’t. he realized that now —- there were some things he simply couldn’t hide. helplessness translated into panic. a frantic feeling of needing to do more, even if impossible. like grasping at air, narancia had slipped between his fingers.
“ —- he’s already gone. there’s nothing more i can do, i didn’t make it in time…” exasperation and anguish colored his words, evident by the irregular pauses, the wavering of his voice. he kept his grasp on what was once narancia’s body, praying for a return of his pulse. but it didn’t come. it wouldn’t come. speaking felt automated. a formal announcement without thought behind it, acting on controlled emotion. giorno had failed. if only, if only —-
“all i can do is move between bodies. that’s how … empty this body is.”
… and then he woke up, gaze to the sky, hearing the thud of narancia’s corpse as it fell to the ground. faced began to blur and although he listened, giorno found himself struggling to process the exact meaning. strategies, wariness, blah blah blah. his gaze remained fixated on narancia, how peaceful he appeared on the ground. it was —- surreal.
“we’re leaving you here.” it borders a whisper, all the affection he held in his heart for narancia flooding his tone. “i won’t let anyone hurt you anymore, i promise.” a single touch turned the rubble surrounding him into beautiful flowers, of which vines and stems intertwined with his remains, covering him, protecting him. he spoke to him, hoping he would hear him, somehow … somewhere. giorno didn’t want to leave, but he had to. there were more important things to be done. yet —- it made him feel like a traitor. narancia…
FROM THE MANY NOVELS Noriaki had managed to read his way through so far in his life, love was the one thing that had always avoided his understanding. Sure, there were many forms of love, and the closest he had ever felt was love for his friends, giving him the strength and conviction to protect them no matter what would happen, but romantic love was only something he read about in books. A faraway dream maybe, as no one in his life had shown to actually care about him; who he truly was, save for one person. He never understood why a first kiss from someone you loved was supposed to be such a special thing, as if it were to magically change his whole life.
BUT WHAT HE WAS FEELING was a mystery to him. It was a burning hunger that ignited within him the moment it happened, making the moment all the more fleeting to him. This hunger, he could feel it, was ready to devour; it was impatient and desperate, and unlike anything Noriaki had felt before. It felt dangerous, yet so tempting, and were he to go in again to feel that Jotaro's lips were ever so slightly more chapped than he expected, and the slight taste of tobacco, he was going to lose control.
AND FOR ONCE, he did not care.
A HAND REACHED towards the side of Jotaro's head, entwining his fingers ever so gently in their hair before pulling himself in to be closer to him, his lips going in for second time, now more desperate, hungrier, and deeper while he ever so slightly towered over the delinquent as he pulled himself into their lap. Even unconsciously, Noriaki was losing control, as was evident by the ever so slight presence of his stand, it's appendages slowly but surely tracing and covering Jotaro's body, from their arms to their legs, as if to claim him, or make a "connection" with them, but one thing was abundantly clear to him; that love like this, felt like absolute bliss, and he was afraid he could not get enough of it, as if it were to be stolen away from him sooner or later.
push : my muse pushing your muse out of the way of danger.
one word prompts + @rinascitae // Jotaro
WHILE IT WAS NOT DONE ON PURPOSE, Noriaki could feel himself falling; falling backwards towards the stairs as one of the enthusiastic girls surrounding Jotaro bumped itno him. He had already let go of his school bag, ready to brace for whatever impact would befall him, but it was a pullthat brought the teen back towards the group as his school bag clattered down the stone stairs instead of himself. A weird kind of deja vu came over him, remembering the stairs vividly as being the place where they had first met, but back then he had not been around to save Jotaro from falling, rather encouraging it by having hierophant cut his leg while descending.
THE GIRLS AROUND JOTARO WERE oblivious to what had happened, having their backs turned to Noriaki, and while Jotaro definitely didn't say anything regarding the sudden rescue, Noriaki couldn't help but feel grateful, despite having been able to save himself that he had gone out of his way to do so, even though Star Platinum's range wasn't that big. Did... he stop time to help him?
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hospital : my muse awakens in a hospital, finding your muse by their side, asking what happened.
one word prompts + @rinascitae // Jotaro
NORIAKI DID NOT THINK HE'D be waiting for his friend to wake up in the hospital that day. It was a normal school day after all, and as usual, he waited at the corner of the intersection for Jotaro to join him to walk to school together and catch up.
「 You got hit. By a truck—— 」
NORIAKI KNEW THE MOMENT he managed to catch Jotaro that he was alive still, somehow, but how long he would be out for and how severe the damage was, he could only guess till he was admitted into the hospital, where he sat dilligently next to the bed they had put his friend in, waiting for him to wake up. To his relief, it only took a few hours, but he would have waited longer if he had to.
WHY STAR PLATINUM DID NOT USE TIME STOP, he still hadn't figured out. Maybe there really hadn't been enough time for Jotaro to do anything as he crossed right at the moment the truck came through, or maybe he really had not seen it coming. Either way the result was that Jotaro flew a few meters due to the impact, before having to catch him using Hierophant Green and call the police and an ambulance. Perhaps fortunately, the truck running into him caused him to lose consciousness, and therefore experience (hopefully) less pain.
「 Don't try to move now. You broke... a lot of bones. —— Can you see me clearly? No, let me get a doctor first—— 」
carry : my muse carries your muse to their house, either drunk, or a weakened state, can specify.
one word prompts + @rinascitae // Jotaro
「 Jotaro, I told you —— I am perfectly fine. 」
IT HAD BEEN MONTHS SINCE THAT NIGHT, that with the help of the Speedwagon Foundation's knowledge in science and robotics, he miraculously had survived, but even though it had been months, having your organs replaced with artificial ones, his body still hadn't adjusted. A dull ache in his chest came from eating, even drinking sometimes, to the point where the pain would be so great that he couldn't focus on much else anymore.
IT WAS NEVER SO BAD as to the point where he couldn't walk anymore though, and today was no different. He felt slightly embarrassed as Jotaro carried Noriaki on his back, knowing that Jotaro was steadfast in the things he did; he wasn't going to convince him to be let down anytime soon he felt, but there was something else though. A warmth, and a dull rhythmic beating that Noriaki could feel as he rested against Jotaro's back. It was a weirdly comforting sensation, as they swayed gently from left to right as Jotaro walked along the road.
MAYBE THIS WASN'T so bad after all, he thought as he rested his head down near Jotaro's neck, catching a faint whiff of something herbal and spicy before the smell of tobacco invaded his senses as he inhaled. It was a weird mix, but thinking about it, it was definitely the way he expected Jotaro to smell, and it was weirdly comforting to him that while feeling the way he did, he knew he was in good hands.
