𝐁𝐔𝐎𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐎 !

within his heart, a calm breeze blew ...

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—- - this is what resolve is ... it is to carve out your destined path through the darkened wastes!

#𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐙𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐄 : an independent, selective, mutuals only, canon divergent writing blog for giorno giovanna of jojo’s bizarre adventure part v: VENTO AUREO.  warnings for in-depth discussions of addiction, child abuse, sexual trauma and extreme violence apply. useful links : carrd, interest tracker, headcanons, permanent interactions call, promo, inbox tag.

blogroll ... @crocifissione, @extorris.

required reading before interaction : 01. 02. 03.

affiliated with @kokoronohiroi ❤️ / @etcnnante / @diredenzione, @jukudoku, @quirofiliac, @thusspoke.

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hi guys! i'm remaking this blog due to its age and messy start, so feel free to like this post if you want me to follow you on the new blog! see you guys soon :)

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hi guys! i'm remaking this blog due to its age and messy start, so feel free to like this post if you want me to follow you on the new blog! see you guys soon :)

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hi guys! i'm remaking this blog due to its age and messy start, so feel free to like this post if you want me to follow you on the new blog! see you guys soon :)

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hi guys! i'm remaking this blog due to its age and messy start, so feel free to like this post if you want me to follow you on the new blog! see you guys soon :)

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hi guys! i'm remaking this blog due to its age and messy start, so feel free to like this post if you want me to follow you on the new blog! see you guys soon :)

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now, that’s the curious thing about dating:  it’s an eternal exploration of a partner’s essence.  depending on the person, the process differs.  drip-fed fun facts weren’t unusual.  but neither was a waterfall of truth, pouring from a barely cracked heart.  would this be an incompatibility?  it’s official:  giorno has an answer.  it’s a resounding no.  

onto the next question: how was he so certain?  well…  that one has a simple explanation. okuyasu’s pouring and pouring and pouring at every opportunity.  it’s never-ending;  the offering of a hand results in a tight grip ‘round it, with no release.  some would refuse to repeat the offer, overwhelmed by the result of their initial proposal—-  but not giorno.  the hand would be offered, again and again and again.  

“ visiting italy was always a dream of mine - never thought i’d actually be able to live there. ” @kokoronohiroi confesses, oh-so-casually.  what a strong word, “never”.  that perspective did not baffle, it did not surprise.  yet, it’s a bittersweet statement.  it cultivates an image of infinite poverty.  an uphill battle the boy cannot win.  and the implication, the blurred, obscured revelation buried between awe and gratitude is grim.  a surrender, a ‘i would never have been able to without you’.  

footfalls slow, minuscule changes in rhythm rendering giorno’s pace slower.  it’s sobering, if not heart-wrenching, knowing that okuyasu’s expectations were…  well, did he have any expectations to begin with?the idle hand, present in the depths of a pants pocket, emerges.  it navigates through the warm, humid air, and finds companionship in okuyasu’s palm.  it curls, fingers entangling.  “  does reality match your fantasies? or are you disappointed?  ”  is all giorno can think to ask.  the slivers of a [warm, tender, caring] smile betray his flattery.  do the sights satisfy you?  do you experience joy when we walk past the shore?  do you yearn for home?  many, many words remain unspoken, waiting for their rightful turn. 

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like this for a one liner :)

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it’s a step ahead of—-  well, everything logical.  after “i forgive you” came little else: their drifting would-be connection never quite flourished, a stalled flower waiting to bloom.  there’s trust and there’s knowledge and there’s “i know you”s, but giorno couldn’t pass a basic quiz about abbacchio—- even with the barrel of a gun pressed to his temple.  then, why permit this?   it’s simple:  giorno cannot fathom @diredenzione hurting his daughter.

“  be careful holding her.  she’s rather… strong.  ”   it’s a loose, barely-assembled manual.  a few days old is too young for anything solid, after all.  giorno hands her to abbacchio, her little form still bundled up, and the smile on his lips grows.  

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“  i—  ”   what excuse was there?  i was a buoy in stormy waters, is the excuse giorno’s tongue prepares to speak, but the muscle remains still.  how much did his own truth matter, when he wasn’t the one abandoned, left behind?  @kokoronohiroi may not be a dog, but his dependence was similar—-  oh, how could he?   quivering hands comfort each other in vain; his gaze, ever-so avoidant, expresses unease.  

“  i’m… so, so sorry, okuyasu.  would you believe me if i told you i genuinely had... no other choice?  ”

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like this for a one liner :)

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lean on pete.

dialogue prompts from lean on pete by willy vlautin.

i don't even know where you live anymore.

i'd rather go to prison than spend any more time here.

i'm cooking breakfast. do you want some?

all you had in the fridge was beer, milk, and captain crunch.

don't they teach you anything in school?

you gonna be okay on your own today?

don't let go, okay?

are you okay? did ____ hurt you?

if you see the cops, just go the other way.

i wish we could just disappear.

i was tired of talking to you twenty minutes after i met you.

i don't like to be hugged.

you feel like making some extra money?

i healed up alright, but it took a long time.

it's spooky out here.

come back when you're not so drunk and mean.

people say crying makes you feel better.

you can't smoke in here.

you get ugly when you drink.

i don't know where else to go.

sometimes when you walk through the door, it's like you're a different person.

i'll make sure you're alright.

we're a family now.

maybe this is the start of a lucky run.

when we get a dog, maybe we'll call him ____.

man is ruled by temptation.

do you like the world as it is today?

kindness breeds kindness. to get, you must give.

i'm not mean. i swear i'm not.

are you gonna get in trouble?

anything's better than that place.

i don't think they like me.

do you have a picture of yourself?

is it alright if i come in?

everybody's got somebody.

have you ever been in lockup before?

i graduated, but it hasn't helped.

i'm not mad. i don't know what i am.

they saw, but they didn't say anything.

do you want to have dinner at my house?

was she nice? your mother?

i don't live anywhere.

it's a piece of shit, but it runs.

it's you, isn't it?

i prayed you would come to me.

you don't hate me?

you won't leave me, will you?

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a lot of new changes were made for this haul. two new interns, one a medical student! anya has enjoyed the company of giorno this far; he's a pleasant and polite young man, contrasting the other male crewmates in a way that anya really appreciates. the quiet, reserved mannerisms are a welcome change, & when he asks anya permission for a question, she nods, listening carefully to what he asks.

❛ ah! well, that's very nice of you to ask, giorno. thank you for taking an interest. ❜ a sweet smile shows on the nurse's lips, her head canting to the side. ❛ i suppose i've always had an interest in the medical field... ever since i was a young girl, i've always wanted to help others out. it brings me a lot of joy to know that i've improved someone else's life, even if it's in some small way. it helped that my mama was very supportive about my pursuits. ❜

she neglects to mention the eight medical school rejections that lad to her taking this job. for the time being, at least. anya sets down the book she was leafing through, focusing more on her student. ❛ ...and now you've piqued my curiosity! what compels you to work in the medical field? ❜

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it was unsurprising, this emotional vivisection  :  giorno, curious and young, seeks guidance in any capable, compassionate adult—--  and the offering of a sterile scalpel, its blade sharp and thin, is accepted.  will she press it to her sternum, exposing the slick viscera within, or will she refuse?   blood, his own, stains its edge still;  his turn came first, and his wound was shallow.  barely grazing the surface of truth.  it wasn’t egotism guiding this decision, however : his response depended on hers, like a buoy surrendering to the ocean’s tide.  

what a kind woman, is his first thought.  a glimmering light, breaking through a foggy, dark forest.   a tender doe in a snow-coated grass field.  an ache, a deep compulsion, manifests, sits heavily between his ribs.  a compliment coils ‘round his throat, slithers upward—-  and morphs into soft-spoken words.   “  the medical field needs more people like you. i have no doubt you will save a lot of people.  ”

as for him?  oh, he wouldn’t want to disrupt her … innocuous assumptions.   was his affection for human life and its infinite possibilities based in morbid curiosity?  no, not exactly—-  watching the suffering of innocents watered the seed of determination, ‘til its already-sprouted flower flourished and blossomed.  no one would suffer where they didn’t have to, ever again.  that was his dream.  where oh where would he execute said dream?   sadly, not in a hospital or a clinic;  after this period of studies, it’s likely he’ll disappear, avoiding the eye of the law.  what a shame to leave a wonderful woman behind, woefully in the dark about her student.  but it was for the best.

“  i want this world to be better.  ”   it’s the best way to explain his position.  turquoise gaze tears itself away from the book on the table beside him, opened in its seam-exposing middle,  and finds anya’s dark, warm eyes.  “  nobody should succumb to simple ailments in our current year.  it’s a shame that progress is being hampered by the apathetic and the greedy.  if i can change that, even a little…  i’ll feel fulfilled.  ”

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i also need to emphasize: once giorno's passed judgment, begging and pleading will not help. there's nothing that you, a sinner, can do to circumvent your fate. only few* can reason with his sense of justice, and even then it won't guarantee mercy. regardless, punishment is inevitable.

[kokoronohiroi]

a long awaited portrait of giorno and okuyasu ... and their lil baby hanamaru !! <3 and to think that they hated each other at first ...

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the hand releases the suitcase’s handle the moment it’s past their doorstep;  the warm, comfortable jacket is subsequently shed, left behind, crooked, on the rack in the hallway.  giorno’s all-too impatient steps take him on a journey throughout his own home, still somewhat unfamiliar after only a year of residing, seeking out one thing and one thing only.  his feet would not cease their pace until he’s found what he’s looking for, the clack-clack-clack of his shoes echoing throughout the fairly-empty halls. 

it may only have been moments, but the weeks spent apart made the one-minute search seem infinite.  where is he?  is he alright?  did something happen?  self-induced panic wasn’t typical for giorno, but excitement and concern created a truly abysmal concoction, until—-

“  okuyasu!  ”  came the eager exclamation.  a straight line, without hesitation, brought them together again—-  giorno immediately wrapping his arms around @kokoronohiroi’s broad frame, fingers digging deep into the fabric of his shirt.  this desire for intimacy couldn’t be satiated:  after a fortnight apart, they wanted, no, needed to be closer.  this embrace wasn’t enough, even when exerting all of his strength to squeeze okuyasu’s body within his grasp.  

their bodies separated, solely so giorno’s gaze could meet okuyasu’s—-  those sweet, gentle lavender hues were soothing, and the horrors witnessed needed to be washed away by something sweet.  a heartache ensued, triggered by its own tenderness.  what a pity, their vertical difference made initiating a kiss impossible.  well, at least until an impatient hand grasped okuyasu’s collar, forcing him to bend.  just enough for a long, passionate kiss.  wasn’t this a wonderful metaphor?  nothing could convince okuyasu to reconsider, except for him—-   and vice versa.  their hearts intertwined, beating as one.

the kiss’s end was an unfortunate consequence of being human: a lack of oxygen would inevitably lead to an unconscious state, a tragedy neither of them cared to cause.  so, lips parted.  “  ti amo,  ”  the once-perfect lipstick’s edges were blurred, the missing remainder now left behind on okuyasu’s mouth. a chuckle emerges from giorno’s throat, accompanied by a light pink tint painting his previously-pale complexion.  “  my handsome boy. i missed you terribly much; did you miss me, too?  ”

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planting the seed of doubt in giorno’s mind is extremely difficult, particularly regarding people. once a solid connection’s been formed between himself and someone else, he’s observant about their behavior, body language, and word choice; as a result he is quickly and, (by the time the events of vento occur anywho) appropriately capable of estimating their personal values—-  and whether or not specific choices would align with said values. if a betrayal may be true, it is likely an event he’s considered before ... and estimated the likelihood of. no traitors are in his inner circle.  thus, unless you have solid, undeniable evidence, it’s virtually impossible to convince giorno another trusted person is a traitor