#over-heavcn

[ocultisms-a]

@over-heavcn​

he hadn’t yet fulfilled his priesthood , that ultimate goal of his. he couldn’t become slack in his dedication to his lord. as distracting as cario could prove :  with it’s stagnate heat and rich culture.   the gods represented by the blazing sun to the very river that gave life to the city.     but , these were not his gods. his god.  

finding solace in the mansion ; sometimes proved difficult.  with the nature of DIOs companions.  but the would be priest made do , clearing a nook in the library of dust.  illuminated with a number of candles ; stood a makeshift alter , so to speak , icons brought with him from florida. jesus nailed to the cross ;  the gold metal catching the light in a way that was undeniably mesmerizing.   here he preformed his silent prayers ... for a time. before the tell-tale sound of foot-steps tore his focus away , a smile gracing his lips. 

“ i’m aware you need not make yourself known like this , my friend.”   enrico stood , dusting his cassock free from the dirt that had collected there. next time he’d make sure to sweep before saying his prayers.  “ i’m afraid this art may not be of interest to you.” 

[sakrosanctum]

@over-heavcn​ said:  ⚱ smash or pass //accepting.  hi Pucci and Vanilla

“ watch  me  W.A.P ,  worship and prayer.”   certified  jesus  freak  - 7-days  a  week.  my  knowledge  of  the  bible , makes  my  sinning  game  weak.

“i  would  never  be  silent  on  your  nudes ,  my  lord.” 

[starprint]

𝕆𝕟𝕖 - 𝕃𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕣  𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣  ℂ𝕒𝕝𝕝 . ★*.:

@over-heavcn​

      ❛    be  curious  and  you’ll  always   be    amazed   .   ❜

[praeteritus-memories]

Dio will leave package of his favourite philosophical & gothic novells books & expensive wine that used to be his favourite one during human lifetime at son's desk. It should be head of one man instead of those petty little gifts but well, it should be Giorno's choice. And it was last glimpse of vampire's presence at that special day.

Waving bye to Fugo, who was heading home for the day while Mista was off getting ready for their own little dinner date that night. Just as he enters back into his office, eyes dart towards the gifts left on his desk. He can’t help but smile knowing exactly who they were from, his dad. 

He gravitates towards the books first. How did he know his favorite genre of philosophy? Even these gothic novels looked amazing, his excitement looked like that of a child instead of a powerful mafia leader, glancing over at the bottle of wine next. 

Would his father hear him if he said it? Probably not, but there’s always a chance.

“Grazie, papa.”

Finally, a parent who actually cared about his birthday and happiness. 

[ocultisms-a]

@over-heavcn  “ just say the word . you know i’d do anything for you . ” 

“ i’m well aware ... i could ask the world of you , my friend.”  the would be priest settles back with a private smile  - at first , he had been taken aback by DIO’s display of trust ... The World , quite literally at his finger tips.  but he wasn’t a man after such worldly things such as power , material possessions ... no , what they sort after was far more valuable.  “ - and there is little i wouldn’t do for you “  .  sans renouncing his god ;  giving up on this dream of priesthood   -  to remain by DIO’s side.  but DIO , wouldn’t ask that of him .. he would never serve the man as those who roamed the mansion did ; their bond surpassed that. 

“ but all i ask for is your company , before i take my leave - “   his time in cario was always short -  going back and forth between here and florida. though this trip - felt different ....  “ not that i doubt you , but , are you sure things are going to be alright here ? “ 

[lumitrs-a]

∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  @over-heavcn​  ⤸

Dio simply chuckled with a pleasured tone to his voice. No, he wasn’t even a bit close to getting angry at her. A lot of people, a lot of weird people gathered at the mansion and vampire very rarely handled outbursts like that with violence. His entire plan would fall at this point if he would. He simply had to find a suiting method for every single one of his followers. And Mariah...

   Brando leant in her direction; he pinned her figure to the wall with his much taller and more muscles. Vampire played with her hair, a simple strand wrapped around his clawed finger as he smiled confidently as he looked down at her, whispering. ‘I am going to simply ask you nicely to stop, Mariah. How does it sound?’

was he trying to be threatening , or irresistibly charming ?  a moment of stillness ceases her , fingers pressing back against the wall she leans against , and yes , for awhile there she does panic , even if only for a moment.  but she comes to realise the thrashing beat of her heart isn’t from anything silly like fear , and a coy smile of her own graces painted lips once more. 

❝ and if I don’t wish to play nice , lord dio ? ❞     yes , she knows she’s pushing it , but really , where was the fun in staying within bounds ?  even to someone she respected more then anyone else , at least this way , she got his attention more and more , and was that so wrong ?   

[lumitrs-a]

∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣ ‘ what do i do with someone like you ?  ’ ╱  @over-heavcn​ ◞  dio ⤸

❝ you simply enjoy the ride , signore dio ! ❞     playful words cut out with a sharp tap of her cane , an uncanny look of wisdom within an otherwise dazzlingly gaze , but only the ignorant would miss the sharp narrow of her eyes , the deepening of each breath , and the daring approach she held for a woman walking a fated tight rope , and on her tiptoes no doubt.     ❝ I suppose death is always an option , but I’d rather not submit to such a fate , that stress is oh so bad for the skin !  absolutely rotting. ❞     the show must go on , as the saying goes , and it’s words she lived by vigorously.     

❝ I don’t do well with overstayed welcomes , it’s not quite my style , hand on heart ! ❞     cloelia would be gone by morning , leaving no trace or record , with only fond memories and exploited goods to spread her infamous reputation across town.  elbow rests against the top of her cane , cupping her chin as she offers a smile his way.     ❝  just what should you do with someone like me ?  is my gracious company not enough ?  mm … I may talk , signore , but I’m no blabbermouth , if that’s why you look so serious. ❞

[praeteritus-memories]

“Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me.” @Giorno

“I don’t know if I was waiting for you...” It was strange, completely bizarre. This was a man Giorno had only ever known through a single poorly lit photograph, a man he could only imagine what he’d be like. 

He’s quiet, in thought and wondering just how this man was alive in the first place? As a child, the blond was told his father died years ago. Was it all a lie or just his mother’s selfish feelings again? 

“I never expected you to show up in my life like this, but I’m not one to lie and say that there weren’t moments where I wondered about you.” 

Granted they were all childish feelings, wondering if he was making the man in front of him proud or if he was even wanted in the first place.