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obligatory post to admit i do like mariah/dio. it doesn't really have to be a mutual thing, but i do think that since i think she initially harbors an infatuation with him rather than love her feelings definitely have the potential to go a little deeper.

“Well...” His head leans against Dio’s, enjoying the warmth of laying by his fiance’s side. “I know you have Giorno, and you know I love him as much as you do...” Hell, Kakyoin practically considered Giorno his son too, spoiling him with just as much affection. 

“Wouldn’t it be nice for Giorno to have a little brother or sister growing up?” He takes the other’s hand, eyes softly gazing at him as though to ease him into the idea. 

  “—tell me something i do not know, terence.” it was clear by first impression alone that the man wasn’t one to take on kindly to people. he was reserved, but not rude. not unless he deemed necessary and the thought was endlessly amusing to him. for someone that fulfilled the role of his butler, he wasn’t the most inviting of people, but that was alright. DIO had his ways of getting underneath people’s skin. he had seen a side of terence that not many may have otherwise, and it didn’t stop him from being intrigued by the man.

  the vampire let out a chuckle that showed he found humour in the gamer’s perception of others. it truly spoke so much about himself. “—i cannot blame you, though. some people aren’t worth the bother, and that’s the cruel reality of things, isn’t it?”

A slight dart of the eyes would carry D'Arby's previously outward stare towards that sarcastic comment's perpetrator. Now just what was meant by that? A mutually shared viewpoint? Or a mere laugh of DIO's observations being confirmed by the butler's words? He would presume the latter, although he would do little more than hum replicated amusement.

"I wasn't aware you were seeking trivia."

A silly question would earn an equally silly, if not unnecessary response, delivered following the other's short outburst of laughter. His crossed arms remained comfortably relaxed to the fingers drumming softly over either bicep, a wry smile flashed with a cant toward the vampire.

Perhaps he was just stating the obvious, although it was hardly intentional to sound so contrived. He was simply being honest for DIO himself to hear. They appeared to at least share the notion to a degree, although the younger suspected it was a verbal nudge to prompt further. He would abide with a gesture of the fingers, expression mild to a glance.

"Exactly. Not everyone can be born special, no matter how they dress or carry themselves. It is not all tragedy, however."

"I find it similar to cherry-picking -- sorting through the masses, and coming back with a mere handful worthy of being my opponents."

His victims. Like a careless child would with a rose bush, he would only cut away the beautiful blooms to keep for himself, leaving the undesirable mess of leaves and thorns behind.

  such words couldn’t be more fitting to describe his own experience, resonating with him in a way he didn’t think possible. this stranger, this ghost, in a way reminded him of himself in that aspect—nor here or there, watching as the world continues to spin with the two remaining the same. was it fair to compare a vampire, the living dead, to someone stuck in limbo? he couldn’t quite decide on it yet, but there was one thing he could say for certain, and that was that the two were restlessness in a way.

  the vampire’s mind wandered to the past, remembering how his mother would tell him about heaven and how it was a place where the righteous went. to a child, hearing such thing didn’t hold much significance, but as an adult, he began to question whether this heaven was real, and whether t it was place or a state of being. if such thing was real, then there had to be reason why his… girl was still bound to this world when the life had long left those eyes. a lack of closure is the first thing to come to mind, having read thousands of books revolving around the dead.

   this soul was stuck somewhere in between heaven & hell, and in a way, he could relate to that—to the uncertainty of if something was going to happen, the when and where that came with that thought. so close, yet so far.

  “—you have been waiting for long, haven’t you?”

ㅤ ㅤ Being stuck for so many years on the boundary between two worlds gave Reimi some advantages. The fact that this man could see and talk to her made her think he was a Stand user, but there was something else. As if the threads that bound him to the earthly plane were corrupted, yet retained their strength — which made sense if he were a vampire. He might have been theoretically dead, but the victims' blood allowed his passage to be extended. An interesting but scary concept, since for someone to live others had to die. But wasn't the world always like this anyway?

ㅤ ㅤ These questions made her wonder why he was in this situation. Was it consensual? Did he choose to live forever? Or was he just another victim like her? Regardless of the answer, Reimi would risk saying that he was comfortable in his position. His aura expressed nothing but strength, not just physical but mental as well, it was almost impossible to move on without that after all. Living forever could drive anyone crazy — especially if there's no other option, as was her case. ❝ Fifteen years. ❞ Which explained the previous words, since she was just a teenager when she was murdered.

what brings him to turn onto his stomach is the sound of passing footsteps  .      a ways off     &&     deceitfully sphinx like   ;     in the way that their soles seemed somehow alleviated of a portion of weight  .      &&     though he’s paid no attention to the sight of dio brings a petty tinge to his mouth all the same  .      he doesn’t get up   ,     but he searches for the smallest pebble within his reach   ,     the merit meant to irritate dio the same way that he feels irritated by aiming it to hit off his calf  .      yet as he props himself onto his elbows there is a second of doubt     &&     reconsideration  .      instead jojo aims it at the heel of his shoe   ,     that way it wouldn’t hurt but the annoyance might be there all the same  .

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xgodlike said: 🍓 we have yet to interact but mayhaps,,,

Compliment Meme. Accepting ! 

When Giorno had sent his men out to find whatever traces his father had left behind, he’d been reminded that as a much younger child, he’d held this hope that the reason why his father had never come for him had been because he’d either been dead or unaware of his existence. The moment he stepped past those doors and came face to face with his father, that hope would be realised. Or utterly crushed.

He hadn’t become who he was that day by being inactive. Rather than stay silent and mull over the possibilities and what-ifs, he stepped forward to those doors and pushed them open. Behind him, Mista shifted uneasily--but he didn’t follow, as Giorno had asked of him.

DIO was sitting there covered in shade, yet utterly radiant and seemingly bathed in a golden light. What little he could see of DIO’s face seemingly mirrored that of his own features; the shape of his eyes, the high cut of his cheeks. Was it possible that that would be what he would look like in a mere handful of years?

The door closed behind him quietly, leaving him alone with his father.