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@shroudedstars
[He raises his eyebrow.]
Are you aware of the fact that I’m currently using your body, Jojo? Your death was my beginning, so I hold no negative feelings.
Believe me, I know.
... I suppose, in a strange way, that is a bit of a relief. Since you are all I have left, it... would be troublesome if either of us still held onto those sorts of feelings.
If nothing else, I would certainly rather spend eternity with family than anyone else.
Did you know that humans die when they are killed, Jojo? It’s a fact of nature, believe it or not.
[As he ruffled Jonathan’s hair, he lets out a humorless laugh.]
I’m not going to resent you for dying.
[He reaches back and pinches his nose sharply.]
Very funny. That isn’t what I meant.
I meant... taking you with me. I do not know what happened after I died, but if we both went down with that ship, I can only surmise that it was not pleasant. I was worried about that.
Yes.
[He sighs and lets the coolness of his skin run dry through his pores. Sighing once more, he leans forward and nuzzles his hair.]
You shouldn’t focus on what the future has to offer you and you shouldn’t focus on what has already happened. Focus on the present, it is a gift afterall.
It certainly is easy to say that. I just...
[Turning around fully--as best as he can, anyway--and rests against him. Feeling beside himself, he furrows his brows and lets out a sigh of his own.]
You are all I have, now. It simply feels odd, given how we initially parted ways. I wonder... if you resent me for it, is all.
Fate can’t be twisted, Jonathan.
[His words are pull taut and his fingers continue to comb through his hair.]
Don’t dwell on the past.
So this was my fate...
[Dipping his head forward, he gives somewhat of a self-deprecating laugh, smiling with little mirth. He tries not second-guessing the meaning behind his gesture, turning a bit and resting his hand on his, winding his fingers through his.]
I do not know what is left for me, in the present. Nor the future. Dio, I feel lost--and I haven’t a clue how to feel about my new chance at “life.”
Do you really believe this was fate...?
There’s a lot more than salt in your wounds, boy.
[Leaning over to pat him on his side, he sighs softly as his cold fingers brush through his hair.]
Stop being so hard on yourself.
You would know.
[He gives up on moving his legs too much, simply wrapping his arms--unfamiliar, mismatched--around himself. Melancholy really doesn’t suit him, and yet here he is, wrapped up in it.]
... how can I not be? If I had done something different, perhaps... things would not be complicated, like this.
[Turning over and sitting up, he leans over and “accidentally” presses his hand onto Jonathan’s head. With weight against it, he smothers his lifeless face into the pillow.]
But I thought you loved living and you were eternally thankyou over the fact that I gave you a second chance?
Oh, how things change.
[He releases him.]
[He tries to endure his petulance for a few moments, but it’s clear that he has no patience today. Using whatever strength he has left, he starts trying to bat his hand away, growling deep in his throat.]
This is not living. I made my peace with you, and you thought it fitting to bring me back merely to rub salt in my wounds.
If you wanted to kick me while I am down, congratulations.
[Huffing through his nose, he sits up and turns his back on him, hissing in pain when he tries pulling his knees up to his chest.]
Listen. Just because I’m a being of the undead doesn’t mean I’m not a gentleman. If I’m supposed to take care of you cockroaches I’m supposed to be—
#I would applaud… if I was a lesser man.
It’s nice to know that you have filled your empty chasm with salt rather than blood of the living, Jojo. You’re truly number one when it comes to the art of vampirism.
[He flops back down onto the bed, letting out a soft grumble.]
A gentleman, certainly. I’ve never heard of any gentleman referring to the ones in his care as cockroaches.
...
And do not delude yourself into believing that I have accepted this. You, better than anyone else, should know better than that.
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I apologize.
Hearing that from you... it’s certainly a first. I’ve never known you to be sorry about anything.
No.
But if you’re feeling creative you could always try drink the blood of a drunkard.
Ah... I believe I will pass on that, unfortunately.
... is there any better way for me to get used to this? I feel so... out of touch, like this.
Well if it’s any comfort to you, you can still eat human foods but as a consequence you’ll have a bad stomach ache afterward.
... oddly enough, that... isn't much of a comfort.
But blood is just so... coppery. There isn't any sweeter sort of blood that I could have, is there?
…
Please don’t cry on this holy day. Jesus didn’t die for this.
W-Well, pardon me! You know how much I loved chocolate... hearing that I can't eat it anymore is just a bit of a shock to the system, is all!
It’s Easter and you know all too well that I can’t stand the smell of chocolate.
Oh... I see.
[He hadn't even thought about his inability to eat chocolate in this state. His lip starts quivering just a little bit.]
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I’m so glad you’re a vampire, Jonathan.
Are you, now? Well, I presumed that you were, all things considered, but... is there any particular reason?
[He growls softly at the comment but he doesn’t physically retaliate (even if he knows that if he was to push Jonathan off the building to the depths bellow as punishment - he would survive) for whatever ulterior motives the vampire may have.]
Oh? You mean Jotaro?
[At the question he bellows and shuffles his grip. Holding Jonathan closer to himself with great care, his thumbs rub through his black locks as he attempts to stir up the thoughts he needed.]
He’s your great-great grandson and for whatever reason the kindness that was given to you wasn’t passed down to him. I’ve already attempted to straighten him out, but as soon as I employed Kakyoin - his friend with the pink hair… He bit back at the collar.
You shouldn’t listen to him or acknowledge his watered down opinions on you, as perfect as he is physically all that he says is garbage.
But he will help us — well — he’ll help me.
[Noticing that he’s still cradling Jonathan like a child (however he has no problem with this), he removes his hands from his hair and begins to fondle his legs for curiosities sake. Gripping onto his thigh, he tunes into how he trembles weakly and how stiff-jointed his muscles are as he attempts to move them.]
… You’re still so weak, Jonathan.
[He’d be biting his tongue if he said that he wasn’t worrying for his ability to stand up independently.]
Can you even feel your legs?
[He chooses not to comment on that little growl he receives, coupled with that look on his face. All he can really do is chuckle softly; it's strange, finding himself less inclined to be angry at him. Especially with how he's threading his fingers through his hair.]
Yes, he said so, himself. Honestly, he reminds me a bit of the naughty streak I had as a child... only a bit more rough around the edges. I never would have thought that I would meet him--then again, I never thought I would be alive again.
[He glances down when he starts fondling at his legs, hoping that his aid would at least help him move just a bit.]
We both have different definitions of "weak," Dio. But...
It's getting better, little by little. I think I can feel my feet, but not so much my legs.
Curiosity is nothing to behead yourself about, Jojo.
[He waves his hand in dismissal and a cold breeze rolls through the strands of hair, and for a brief moment as the light touches the golden rods - its hard to differentiate him from the overpowering lights.]
[Over-thinking the question and bending his spine, he peers over the edge of the building and stares down at the pulsating civilization bellow.]
Call it a petty feeling but I’d simply hate to rule over this land alone.
[Feeling an insufferable itch come forth, he claws at his scar with fingers that stick in their place in an almost anxious way.]
Is there anything else you would like to know?
Of course.
[He takes in a deep breath, inhaling the cool night air. It feels like it's been so long, and yet, he remembered it like it was yesterday. He doesn't squirm impatiently when he doesn't answer him right away; after all, it was probably a loaded question.]
[When he does answer, however... he turns his head a bit to gaze at him, a bit of a smile pulling at his lips. He isn't sure why, but at that moment, an odd chuckle rises out of his throat.]
You really have grown up, haven't you? The Dio I knew back then would have spit in my face--then again, the Dio I knew probably wouldn't have done this under any other circumstances.
But you've grown up a lot. It might sound a little contrived, coming from me, but... I'm proud of you.
[He tips his head forward a bit.]
Let me see... those young boys you have in the manor. Can you tell me who they are? One of them introduced himself, but...
I don't think he likes me that much.
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-Didn’t he just meet this guy as well…? His face is familiar, but… But his general presence is all very, very different. At least he is not as unsettling as that one version of him was.-
…
[That boy he's seen crawling around the manor...? No, this one is different. He's... definitely not him. He isn't sure how to approach him, either, feeling the scar around his neck begin to itch.]
...?
