#;bday asks

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“ you've done more for me than most people in this world would be willing to… ” even now, meeting at her request poses at least some risk to all the strings he’s pulled to make it so she could disappear quietly and avoid the inevitable trouble killing george’s murder would cause her. it’s one of the many reasons why she always thinks fondly of him on this day — his birthday — and it’s been hard to go years at a time without expressing just how much he, her second father figure, means to her on this day.

“ happy birthday, speedwagon, ” it comes out quietly accompanied by a soft smile, the hard persona she’s had to wear for so long makes it strange whenever she encounters moments where her softer side can show, but the sincerity is clear in her words nonetheless. “ i know you can’t stay for long but… maybe we could have some tea ? i’d love to hear about how you, erina and everyone have been doing. ” joseph especially, but after all these years and the decision she had to make — it’s still hard for her to say.

birthday asks 【no longer accepting】 @satiporojal

Kind words are met with a fond smile from the old man. Even now, it's impossible for him to look at Elizabeth and not think of past times. Memories of the young girl, running around along with little George, both of them so happy and carefree, whenever her and Straizo visited. Those times when a younger Robert would always wait for them by the entrance, ready to receive them with a radiant smile. Presents, candies, and, of course, lots of stories and many hours of playing around and spending together throughout their stay would always be part of those visits, with some of the more "childish" aspects to them being replaced over the years as the children grew up and their interests changed. Sour times came years later, though. George's premature departure eventually translated into Lisa being forced to leave her previous life behind. The sole idea had been devastating for everyone, as they had not only lost George, but they were also 'losing' Elizabeth. They knew all this had to be done, of course, but it didn't make things any easier for any of them. Robert immediately used some of his influences to protect Lisa, the woman he had always seen, treated, and loved as if she was his own child, and provided her with a safe haven where she could live in relative peace. Soon after that, the little family was separated, forced to reunite only a few times per year, in absolute secrecy. A secret that, sadly, had to also be kept from Joseph, for his own safety.

"Thank you so much, dear." The old man bows his head a little; he's taken his hat off, holding it softly against his chest. Kind, heartfelt, wishes of that sort are always welcome, especially when they come from someone as dear to him as her.

"I would absolutely love that!" He responds to her request. In all honesty, she just beat him to it. With the visits being reduced to just a few per year, he would always try to make the most out of each and every single one of them. Besides, having some tea and sharing a nice conversation is often times one of the best ways to catch up and have a lovely time. Besides, much like all those years ago, when she would visit the estate, he has a little surprise for Lisa. This time, though, the surprise comes in the shape of a letter along with some drawings. The sender? Little Joseph.

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a birthday gift.

there is a grandeur to the placed tea-set,  porcelain , wreathed with lace-like gold,  the aroma wafted through long panes of glass.  jonathan wonders,  in a quiet and pensive way , if this was a sufficient gift for someone who meant much to him.  it was serene here ,  a quaint room ,  its long window panes tinting it gold and aglow.  here was a place for them alone , where in to share a meal,  speak fondly of times passed - and if he were accept jonathan’s gift should he too glow with such contentment. “ Robert. ” the greeting is with a jovial wave of his hand ,  beckoning him within.  the gift itself rested within his lap ,  its encasement crimson, lacquered with gold insignia and décor.  within ,  was a solitary pen -  embellished with gold ,  its delicate detailing reminiscent to the flora he had once taught jonathan of.  he had thought of lavish gifts ,  of giving this man the world but in the end - settled upon something that to him ,  felt quite sentimental .  he hoped ,  to himself , that the craftmanship would be something he would appreciate - that it could be something that reminded him of their time together as he ventured into an interwoven future. 

Every other year Robert would have spent this date wandering in the slums, going about his day like every other day and maybe getting wasted with his mates on some pub later on the evening. This year, however, in an unexpected turn of events, things had changed. He still didn’t feel a true appeal towards the idea of celebrating his birthday for a variety of reasons, but he wasn’t completely opposed to that if a loved one decided that they wanted to do something for the date. Especially not when that someone was Jonathan Joestar. He owed so much to that man that it made it impossible to turn down any invitations from him even if he’d wanted to. But, then again, it wasn’t like Robert would even so much as consider doing that to begin with.

Just a few days prior, the young heir of the Joestars had invited him for dinner. And, naturally, Robert had asked him not to trouble himself with that, just them meeting would be perfect (and he wasn’t lying about it) but, of course, Jonathan wouldn’t listen to any ‘ifs’ and 'buts’ Speedwagon would give him. And so, he was now here, at Jojo’s place. A butler had received him at the door, leading him to the room where Jonathan was waiting for him. Robert couldn’t help that feeling of inadequacy that would always haunt him whenever he visited due to his meager backgrounds. Of course he had picked his best clothes for the evening, like he always would whenever he knew he was going to see Jonathan, but apparently those feelings would not go away as easily. Not when his best clothes were far from being as nice as what most upper class folks would wear. His train of thoughts was cut short as the butler guiding him announced their arrival and opened the door to the room for the blond to come inside. As he did, he was greeted by Jonathan in that jovial, lively and gentle, manner that only the gentleman was capable of. All of his nervousness and feelings of inadequacy seemed to fade away with such a 'simple’ action.

“Mister Joestar! Good evenin’.” The man greeted with a soft bow of his head and a tip of his hat, barely registering the soft click of the door behind him as the butler left the two alone. He walked over to the table, taking his hat off, as the etiquette indicated a man should when he was indoors, holding the accessory close to his chest, and offered one of his bright and genuine smiles to the gentleman.

“Thank you for invitin’ me tonight. I hope I didn’t keep you waitin’ for too long!”

@reizor​

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He kicks down the door, grin wide and a present in hand. “Robert I have a gift!” Soren quickly waddles over, beyond excited to hand over the gift. He’d gone out of his way to ‘make’ enough money to be able to get it. He offers the box that’s wrapped in black wrapping paper with a blue ribbon on top. Inside, Speedwagon will find an ornate silver dagger. The handle is black and holds intricate designs on it. -voltagecrow (soren saw it was robert’s bday and immediately went zoomy eyes)

birthday asks 【temporarily accepting】 @voltagecrow

The loud noise the door makes as it swings -more like falls down, really- open surely startles the blond. A 'greeting' of that kind is normally followed by pretty bad stuff where he comes from, so he was kind of expecting the worst for a split second before he notices who is behind that interesting entrance. Wariness fades away just as quick as it had built up.

"Ahah... Soren!!" He greets; honey brown eyes fall down to the neatly wrapped present in Soren's hands that is right away handed to him. He opens the box, careful not to tear the wrapping, but quite curious as to what could possibly be lying inside. It doesn't take him long to find out the answer to his question.

"Oh, blimey!" He utters in surprise at the sight of such a magnificent blade, surprise that seeps through not only his voice, but his face too.

"It's wonderful!" Robert adds, sincere, as he picks the dagger and examines it; fingertips running along the smooth handle and over the elaborate designs engraved on it. The realization that Soren had picked up from their conversations something that Robert considered trivial like his liking for blades and knives was enough to put a broad smile on his lips, though it also dawns on him that Soren must have spent a lot on a blade as neat as this one!

"It must have cost a fortune!" He says, his gaze going from the blade in his hands -blade that he's holding carefully as if he was fearing he'd break it somehow by being reckless- up to meet Soren's eyes. "I deeply appreciate this gesture, don't get me wrong! But you shouldn't trouble yourself for me like this."