TO DISAPPEAR.

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lexiconniption:

Ghiaccio’s eyes widened, and he wrapped his arms around Sorbet tightly for a moment before pushing back from him, skipping just a few feet back. It couldn’t be real, could it? Was he hallucinating?  It didn’t matter now, he practically slammed into the taller man, digging his face into his chest. Apologies thoroughly mixed through with French and Italian, the young assassin was finally able to pull himself together enough to speak.

“N-No! I wanted to kill him for what he did to you! And Gelato! I-I just… was not prepared for them… I am so sorry… I failed… ”

He dug his face deeper into Sorbet’s chest, heaving a sigh. He wanted this for so long, but every inch of him was having such a hard time accepting the fact he was dead. That there would be others dead.

Sorbet would have wheezed at the force Ghiaccio slammed into him, would have toppled were he not as big as he was. He stumbled only slightly, holding his son close and brushing his fingers through familiar curls, comforting him in soft French.

He shushed Ghiaccio and bent to his height, brushing his hands over his face and shoulders and generally making sure Ghiaccio was well and truly there.

“Ghiaccio, Ghia, shhh. I understand. You don’t have to apologize.”

He pulled Ghiaccio against his chest once more, holding onto him. There’s much they would have to do. They would have to go back and fetch the others where they were, but for now, he was going to stay here with him.

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irlghiaccio:

today’s la squadra 60 min was pistol. went with the first image, but… started out with the second. <3

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lexiconniption:

Ghiaccio had been sitting there nearly an hour after he first woke up and two since Risotto had left with what remained of his body. There was nothing left for him to do now, was there? Except go back. And he was too terrified to go back, especially since he couldn’t even face to say sorry to his own Capo.

He had failed. He had made an absolute fool of himself and he had failed. The dried blood encrusted, busted shard of the lamp post that hung above him served as a testament to how badly he had failed his mission.

He wanted to cry. But nothing would come forth. He was completely alone to do whatever he wanted to do. No one would hear him scream, or shout, or do anything anymore. He tucked his head into his kneecaps, feeling hollow and alone.

Or, at least he thought he was, until he felt familiar fingers brush through his hair. Two years.

If Sorbet hadn’t been so used to making himself into a ghost for his job, the last two years would have driven him completely and totally mad. Even Gelato’s presence hadn’t helped him very much, if only because the fact that Gelato was there because he couldn’t protect him.

Seeing Ghiaccio now, though, it made his dead heart throb. All the rest of his family had given their lives, laid scattered across Italy, and for what?

For this?

He wrapped his arms around Ghiaccio’s shoulders and tugged his son close to his chest, pressing his cheek to the top of the other’s hair. He had so desperately missed this, missed being close to the younger Stand user.

“Ghiaccio, I’m so sorry you got dragged into this.”

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two.

judas priest first manifested around sorbet when he was about thirteen; the stand’s frightening appearance scared sorbet, so he neglected on calling on it for a long time. however, since he doesn’t have to manifest him to use its ability, it  caused him a lot of trouble as he would suddenly vanish at random intervals until he managed to learn to control the stand.

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restringersi:

SORBET! COME DRINKING WITH ME!

Isn’t it a bit early? Also, don’t be so loud.

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IM READY TO ROLL LETS DO THIS

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one.

all of sorbet’s combat training comes from a military background. while he won’t divulge how much training he’s had, he is highly proficient in close range combat with a heavy bladed weapon, such as a combat knife, and this is further augmented by judas priest’s ability to cloak him from view.

his preferred weapon is a heavy combat knife that he kept upon his withdrawal from the military. it’s kept on his person at all times, and is the most well-cared for of his weaponry.