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Indie Don Giorno Giovanna RP blog  Penned by Cas

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Training was hard. He’d known, of course, that it would be. But experiencing it was different from knowing. His entire body ached from the lengths he had pushed it to over and over. He was a fairly athletic teenager, for someone who had never been interested in sports, but this was another level entirely.

Risotto Nero was a good teacher, but strict. He had to be. One misstep in this line of work could cost far more than one’s own life. And Giorno was having that drilled into him. 

He couldn’t help groaning as he pulled himself to his feet again. His hands were trembling and he could barely hold his knife anymore but he squared himself and faced Risotto. Giorno had always been stubborn. 

@musaesidereum

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Giorno traced his fingers along the edge of the piano. It was essentially Fugo’s, nobody else would play it. But he doubted the man would claim it as his. Pannacotta Fugo had come from money but Giorno didn’t see him as the son of a rich family - not that he was anymore. He didn’t act the part and Giorno was grateful. 

“Its not that I don’t enjoy Mista’s company but I do find I appreciate spending time with someone more cultured after being around him.” He was teasing, which he hoped was evident in his expression. “But you’re more educated than I am and I still haven’t decided how that makes me feel.”

He was joking but it held some truth. Giorno didn’t mind that Fugo was smarter than him, its just that he wasn’t particularly used to it. He enjoyed being the smartest in the room and he pride took the slightest of blows to know he wasn’t.

@musaesidereum

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//Anyway what the fuck

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“What do you think about immortality?”

The question was sudden and spurred by seemingly nothing. While Giorno’s tone was light and curious, it was surely obvious that this had been a question on his mind for some time. The blond’s inner thoughts rarely made it past his lips and into the air. 

He took a sip of his coffee and looked past Buccellati to the people at the cafe they sat at. Civilians enjoyed themselves, unaware of who sat amongst them. It was good to see happy people, it was good to see happiness in the people he fought to keep safe.

@scintillantecapo

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//If i dont write something im going to die so im gonna throw out some random starters i guess

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//I suck but... I want to be active again and I dont know how. I might have to wipe my drafts fully and start again. Both here and on my multimuse. 

I dont know why its so overwhelming for me to want to come back. 

i dont feel necessary or needed and i dont usually get like this. i dont write to be popular and i usually dont care if people write with duplicates so why am i so fragile rght now

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//my mood just took a fucking nosedive so n o reason so I might head to bed but its been nice hanging around again

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scintillantecapo‌:

@baglioresole, talking about how stinky Mista is;

“It’s okay, Giorno likes his smell. His musk.”

Me;

“Please for the love of god don’t call it his musk.”

//Jays outing themselves as a furry

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WHAT’S YOUR ALIGNMENT?

Valid

tagged by: Stole it from @hclius tagging: whoever sees it

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//How the fuck did Giorno even get that car

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//I think its funny that Giorno doesnt tell the girls that they almost got robbed. I wonder why, they’re tourists he should tell them to be careful. Or is it honour amongst thieves and if theyre stupid enough to let themselves get pickpocketed then so be it

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baglioresole‌:

//I love in the first ep, in the intro that wasnt in the manga, you have Giorno going through Naples and seeing all the corruption and crime and you kinda think hes gonna try and change it all and then he goes and robs a two people

//And then he goes and robs another kid while driving without a licence 

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//I love in the first ep, in the intro that wasnt in the manga, you have Giorno going through Naples and seeing all the corruption and crime and you kinda think hes gonna try and change it all and then he goes and robs a two people

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spiicegrl‌:

For once, Trish remained respectfully silent, giving Giorno the platform he needed to talk. Throughout it, her face twisted into a variety of emotions that she desperately tried to keep away, but most of all was a twinge of awkward empathy for the situation he’d had to endure. Her own rough upbringing had made it hard for her to connect, but she had enough emotional capacity to feel apologetic he went through all that.

One of her hands nervously rubbed at her arm and she moved away from her perch to approach him, hand hovering above his shoulder. Trish didn’t know if he’d even appreciate her pulling him into a hug, but knowing how she got when she grew angry, she wouldn’t have. So she let the hand merely drop to her side, gaze immediately hitting the floor when he sharply faced her.

“Giorno, I..” Hesitant, she swallowed thickly. It felt like she had went from a simple conversation to navigating a minefield. A part of her was beginning to regret getting involved, if only because of how uninformed she had been of just how serious it was between them. “.. I’m sorry. I appreciate that you have actually told me all this, that.. that must not have been easy. But.. I’m sorry to have made you.”

Grimacing a little, Trish forced herself to look up at him, face considerably soft given how hard her features usually were. What was she even to say, if anything at all? The smart thing to do was to back off now that she knew more of the story than what DIO had given her.

“.. If anything, it’s not doing it for him. It’s doing it for yourself, you know?” Every word felt wrong to say, but then again, Trish didn’t think there were right answers with this sort of thing. “Even if the end result is that you close that book forever and never speak to him ever again, at least it’ll be some sort of closure. You owe it to yourself not to let something like this haunt you, what with everything you’ve been through.”

“But, I.. do understand. Better now that you’ve told me.” Trish lifts a hand to rub at the back of her neck. “ – I think it’s still worth visiting him to hash it all out, but I can see why it’s not.. too appealing.”

Giorno didn’t reply for a few long moments. He didn’t want to be mad at her, he didn’t want to let his emotions colour his words. He couldn’t let himself snap. 

“In the future, I hope you might first assume that I know what I’m doing when it comes to my personal life and my biological family. I’d appreciate it if this topic didn’t come up again.” He sounded cold when he let himself talk, speaking as the Don more than Trish’s friend.

He sighed and turned slowly back to his window. He wasn’t going to get any more work done today with how he was feeling. If his efforts of trying to mend things weren’t good enough for his father then he might just stop trying. 

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spiicegrl‌:

“He’s not trying to get to you through me,” she immediately defended, hands raising slightly. Although she never would have approached Giorno about it had it not been for DIO, she thought it was a little unfair saying it like that. Then again, perhaps the fact she was a terrible liar and just told things how it were didn’t help paint a better picture. “ – I came to you on my own free will. Like I said, the atmosphere’s.. tense. If it wasn’t me that said anything, I’m sure someone else would’ve.”

Trish glanced down slightly, then back up to look more insistently – and imploringly, at him.

“You’re my friend, Gigi. I’m just.. concerned. If the roles were reversed, you would have tried to approach me about all the issues I had with Diavolo, right?” Her lips pursed into a thin line. “ – Tell me the full story, then. Because I don’t want to back off when there’s all this.. unresolved business lingering.” 

The full story. That meant opening up about his past and it was not a subject he liked to talk about. Talking about it meant acknowledging it happened and he just wanted to forget. He knew he never would. 

He stood up from his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose. He walked from behind his desk to stare out his window. Fine, if she was going to push, he’d tell her. He knew that most of his companions assumed he had had an easier life than the average kid who joined Passione. Time to shatter that illusion. 

“I was born to a mother who didn’t want me. I was scum to her. She left me alone most nights, as a helpless child, because she was more interested in going out to party. She didn’t speak to me, barely looked at me. Unless it was to make me aware that I had ruined her life. I was just a parasite.” There was no emotion in his voice besides a bitterness of a long held grudge. “She married and her husband, my step-father, enjoyed to beat me. This is how I spent my childhood, being ignored and beaten. She either pretended it wasn’t happening or told me it was my fault. I believed her. Back then I was certain that I was scum and that every blow was my fault. But there was always one thing that kept me from completely giving up hope.”

“My real father. My mother had a picture of him and I would stare at it, imagining he might save me one day from this life. Hoping that... Maybe I’d be worth saving.” He turned sharply to face her. His usual facade was gone and his face showed years of pain endured and the anger that was so deeply ingrained in him. “So imagine my surprise, after I found him, to find out that he had found my mother on purpose. He had found a woman who he knew couldn’t raise a child, a woman he knew would be a terrible, horrible, abusive mother. And he got her pregnant. He wanted his child to suffer the torment of this woman. That was his intention. And when I spoke to him last, he told me that he didn’t regret anything. And that he wouldn’t change what he did. And I’ve still given him a chance so please, Trish, try and tell me that I owe him anything.”

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spiicegrl‌:

“We get along quite fine, which I’m glad for. I don’t exactly have a good tract record on dealing with fathers after all.” Diavolo needed no introduction there. 

Trish didn’t do awkwardness well. Sugar coating things, gentle conversation – all such things were alien concepts for her. Though she made a considerable effort, it was pointless to even try against Giorno. He simply knew her too well and was observant to boot. Her shoulders slumped slightly.

“Well.. it’s not me and him getting along that I really wanted to talk about.” Trish broached, lifting her gaze to leave it on him, lips pursed thinly. “ – things are started to get a little tense. Like, noticeably so. When was the last time that you actually spoke to him?”

A pause, then she clarified. “ – Properly, I mean. With meaning and stuff, not just.. passing small talk, or whatever. I’m not speaking on his behalf but he really seems like he wants to talk to you. About.. you know.”

Giorno’s face fell for a second, an annoyance flashing through his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came but his smile was just a little forced now.

“I don’t know what you’ve talked about with him, but I promise if you’re empathising with him then you haven’t been told the full story.” He said slowly. “The last time I spoke to him properly was before I left Egypt for the last time. That was going to be the final time I spoke to him ever. But I gave him a chance.... Maybe I shouldn’t have, considering he’s trying to get to me through you.”

“I’ll ask that you don’t involve yourself with this. Whatever issues there are between us should stay between us.” He sighed softly. 

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“I was thinking that I might like a new suit. So I was going to go look but it’d be nice to make a day of it.” 

“I’d invite the others but... Well, they’re not all the best to shop with. I trust your taste.” 

Trish was fashionable and he trusted that she would speak her mind without hesitation. He trusted his own view but a second opinion was always nice. Besides, he enjoyed spoiling his friends.

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