JOJOINGJOSEPH // JOSEPH.
Keeping track of the days was torture enough and evidently, he stopped as the weeks turned to months since leaving Italy for his home back in New York. It’s not been the most perilous of journeys but it’s certainly been one full of yearning and pining for the Stupid Bastard and his stupid face, stupid voice, stupid everything..!
★ “ Stupid ASSHOLE! ” Fingers clutched and hooked themselves into fabric, breaking the flurry of kisses to yell right as he headbutted gently enough to not cause pain to each other yet still display his frustration over having to track the Idiot down. “ Where the HELL were you?! I’ve been looking for your stupid Ass all over Italy and only here I see your stupid, STUPID face! I could throttle you and when your Ghost pops out, I’ll Throttle you again! ”
Not another word left before the brunet buried his head into the crook of the blonde’s neck and shoulder, clutching harder as though letting go would cause the body he held onto to vanish. It wasn’t that he thought Caesar couldn’t handle himself, far from it, but then again who damn well knows what could happen.
A low sniffle dared to break the silence after his scolding, thick brows hovering low over his welling eyes and a few clear streaks dared to slide down the sides of well defined cheeks.
★ “ I fucking Hate you.. ”
PRIDESFATE // CAESAR.
solitude wasn't unfamiliar to caesar, filling the apertures between with faceless people lacking names, with fleeting touches && the familiarity of the gelid chill in their wake. this was different. different in a way he did not want to name, for christening something, bestowing it a name, made it tangible but in the same breath, tenuous.
fingers wreathe through joseph's hair, soft, it's the way he remembers it. the insults befall that curled tongue, those thick, furrowed brows && hurt gaze. it reminds him of his own ache, how dull it had thrummed beneath his ribs, a potent reminder of what he decided to leave behind, for his safety, it seemed selfish to call it that, but it was his truth. " I had to leave, i apologize for not telling you, amore mio." it's warranted, his scathing words && curled fists, in the desperation to be close && not be separated again. Caesar has felt it as well, felt it all the way in the depths of his bones.
with that same necessity does he hold him close, refusing to let him go, as if permitting that was the same as allowing him to disappear entirely, as if that touch were to cease would they never meet in the same tender gesture again; not in this place, not in this time. if he were to let joseph go then, would he ever hold him again ? " hate me." he murmurs, crystalline gaze fixated upon the stretches of pristine sky, besmirched now by lurid streaks of mauve && orange, his hands drift from brunette tresses, find themselves crumpling the fabric of his shirt. he was far too proud to admit, the fear of never seeing him again.
" because, i am deserving of that." as they part, he catches it, catches the tears that streak down that stubborn fool's cheeks, an instinctive hand reaching out to catch them, a tender thumb brushing them away. " i'm here now and if you want to kick my ass, then I'll give you just one chance to do so, jojo." it's spoken upon a teasing whim, a familiar octave between the two, honestly, even he could admit that any throttling he received was well deserved.
he'd departed for an investigation following notice of something ominous, peril woven in its potential && selfishly he had left joseph only a note, telling him that he should return home, that caesar would contact him when he would be coming back, that this was for the best. it was easy to put pen to paper && be deceitful, even whilst teeth gnawed bottom lip && his own emotions threatened to tear him in two. as if by the universe's rebuttal it would become something that he could not handle on his own, his return had been for that purpose, to find joseph, the person he had attempted to arduously to protect && ask him for help.
indeed, he was a fool but all of that, all of that could wait.
