#sacredpit

𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑺𝑻𝒀 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺. ▓ ❛  are you sure you’re gonna be okay on your own?  ❜ @sacredpit

Tension grips her heart as she sits across from Kakyoin, a pang of agony as a glint in her eyes which are downcasted at the cuffs on her wrists. How to even begin to talk about what’s been going on in her head is impossible despite how warm Kakyoin had been to her throughout her life. She wants to cry—no, HOWL at what’s transpired. . .Jolyne always had reservations for her father but the immense guilt is ever present and lingers on her mind like a plague, and lately, it’s caused nightmare-induced insomnia that no medication seemed to help.

❝. . .You know I will. ❞ despite the normal gusto in her voice, it’s weak, her hands balling into fists as she sniffs. ❝ I don’t have any other choice. ❞ parental traits rub off on her, her green hues drifting up and past Kakyoin’s expression to glance at it for a moment before it’s focused in at a camera in the visitation room. ❝. . .I’m sorry. ❞ lids relax, a deeper inhale taken in and exhaled, ❝ I. . .I fucked up, and because of it my father is. . .❞ The sensitive nature given by her mother nearly surfaces before she pauses, her teeth grinding together as she leans back in her seat, her eyes drifting upward.

❝ I’ll fix it. No matter what it takes. If I leave, I can’t save him. ❞ her tone is saddened but absolute, a perfect blend of those who bore her. ❝⸻I just wish we. . .❞ she looks down, at Kakyoin, ❝ Could have seen one another again on better terms. This is just. . .so fucking stupid. ❞ exasperation coddles her voice as she shakes her head in disbelief.

Even though it wasn’t brought up to her, she knew something had gone on between Kakyoin and her father but truthfully. . .it didn’t matter nor phase her in the slightest. When Jotaro did speak of him, it always came with the faintest nostalgic warmth, something unlike anything she had ever seen in him before. Her father didn’t need to say anything. She already knew—but her mother. . that was an entirely different story. While she loved her mother, the only one who did SHOW UP to see her was Jotaro, but the reality of what happened to him after was even more than painful. Fuck Romeo, and fuck her lawyer⸻How the hell was she going tell her mom? Would she even care?

❝ Are you okay ? ❞ Jolyne leans forward, her brows knitting in worry as she speaks, her thoughts of her mother subsiding as she focuses on the redhead across from her. ❝ I’m sure this has been. . .a nightmare for you.❞ another pause, her voice quivering as she continues, ❝ I’m so. . .sorry, Kakyoin. ❞ Tears finally surface, as she heavily breathes in from her nostrils in an attempt to clear her eyes but the tears spill, cascading down her cheeks as she presses her forehead to the table, soft sobs taking hold as her hands clench into tight fists, her tan knuckles turning white as a fist hits the metal table twice. ❝ I know. . .That he was more than a friend to you—❞ words are muffled against the table as she remains face down, not strong enough to meet the lavender gaze across from her. ❝ It’s my fault—❞

ㅤ ㅤ His words immediately captured her attention, such a pleasant subject bringing a sweet smile to her lips. Reimi loved to know a little more about these people who so kindly offered their help, bringing a little color and light to her days with their mere presence. Talking about family was not painful, on the contrary — it reminded her of the good moments she shared with her beloved parents, things that sometimes she even thought she had already forgotten, thanks to the long years without any stimuli of that kind. So much easier to get lost in the dark, bad part of her mind, turning her back on the positive things in regrettable self-pity sessions. ❝ It’s wonderful! ❞ Her voice ever so gentle, giving Kakyoin space to settle right next to her. Arnold was around, tail wagging slowly, his own way of welcoming visitors as dear as illustrious. ❝ And also funny how life plays pranks on us. Now you have more than one good reason to be here. ❞ One more motive to prolong his stay, maybe? Even though it was still too early, since her murderer was not identified and captured, she found herself missing him in advance. There could be no more significant sign of how much his presence was appreciated.

           ❝ fuckin’ finally. ❞  he groans out in exasperation as his body hits the bed, arms spread out to the sides  &  legs hanging off the end of it. finally, he was out  of that damned, cramped  &  suffocating car. it was like breathing in a breath of fresh air, which it really was since the windows were almost always rolled up.   ❝ i was about to snap in that car. i swear to god. ❞

        ❝You’re doing great, sweetie.❞ 

no bc he ain’t dead

casually stuffs face in his chest . stupid tall man .

“You married this stupid tall man. Just saying.”

There’s times where Kassandra is curious about stands. When she comes across a stand user with Kakyoin, she often depends on him to tell her where they are.

His friends and other ‘good’ stand users often get questioned when she’s curious but she 20/10 turns to Kakyoin for confirmation. He is her son, after all. She can trust him. 

Times where Kakyoin wishes to braid her hair, Kassandra often has it washed and dried before she lets him touch her hair. That’s only because her hair is often a tangled, wavey mess and didn’t want to get them tugged on. Despite how careful he is.