are you still doing the drabble list? if so, gureito daze! can i please have 66 + giorno please? thank you!
I feel like I answered this but I…can’t find it anywhere. I’ll just post it here anyways lol
And sorry for the delay!
66+ Giorno “If I die, I’m never speaking to you again.”
You had a long night ahead of you, judging from the lack of progress on your upcoming assignment-that you had yet to complete 3 days before the submission date. Why hadn’t you checked over this sheet earlier?! You could sigh and scream and berate yourself all night-it wouldn’t change anything. The least you could do was look over the progress you’ve made and start a fresh.
Thank goodness you didn’t have any plans tonight. You got to work, reading through the material before looking at the question response pattern you were to answer in.
You looked up at the time to see three hours had already passed. You had gotten a little over what you had expected to get done, which you were glad for-but with a glance to the clock in your room it was also early in the morning, and you were dying to hop into bed. You got up for a stretch, padding over to the dresser and breezing through the drawers for something comfortable to wear to bed. The breeze from the window sent chills down your spine, and you were suddenly aware that you were a touch parched. You flung the window closed, perhaps a little too loudly, before walking to the kitchen for a glass of water. The night air still seemed to follow you-had you not closed the window properly? It was freezing outside, as peaceful as the morning seemed.
You stumbled back into your room as the exhaustion hit, and closed the door before placing the water on your beside table. Your eyes moved to the green root crawling through the gap left in the window, stretching and growing at an unnatural pace…wait, green root? Since when has your window ever…? You rubbed the sleep from your eyes before peering at the now branch that was edging your window open. You watched as the branch grew, pushing your window open further before flinging the window open. There was only one explanation for such a bizarre occurrence, and if you took a peek outside your window, you were sure you’d see Giorno’s smile looking back at you.
Speak of the devil, he was climbing down to your window, and you stepped back as the branch bloomed and thickened to shoot Giorno a grin.
“When are you going to stop scaring the neighbours with your beanstalks, huh?” While his face held a blank expression, the glimmer in his eyes spoilt his amusement.
“When you learn to use the fire hatch to climb to the roof, perhaps?” He held out a hand to you, and god, did he look ethereal. His golden hair glowed in the morning light, and with not a stray lock out of place, he looked ready to model for an expensive hair product than meet you this morning. He looked almost overdressed in his blue suit for the drab apartment building your family had rented out. Always perfect, like a flawlessly carved marble statue. You often pondered just how far that marble went-how much had he carved away from that scared little boy he once was, troubled and hurt and alone.
“I’ll take that as a never. I hope they don’t mind the cracks in the pavement,” You looked down briefly, as if you could actually see the point where the street walk split open. He graced you with a smile in response to your comment, but his eyes narrowed into contempt. You simply placed your hand in his, balancing your weight as you jumped up onto the branch with Giorno. You knew your comment would draw a reaction from him, even if you didn’t say it with the intention of poking his ire. There was a brief pause as he nodded to the branches that reached for the roof of the building. You gave him a nod back and began to climb the tree you could almost feel the waves of his carefully veiled anger through you before Giorno spat out his reply.
“What’s a few more cracks in the pavement to a selfish landlord?” Your landlord was not the giving type. And while he stayed out of trouble with the local mafioso and kept the building safe, he also neglected children and young teens they often preyed on in his own streets. ‘Anything that doesn’t happen in my building isn’t my problem,’ was his motto.
You could see why he lived like this-the mafioso in this part of Naples was especially dangerous-but you knew why this infuriated Giorno. You couldn’t agree more, that even if you were not in the position to take down the mafia, if you were in a position to help those who suffered from the hands of Passione you should. You had often wondered whether he really was angry at your landlord;or simply angry that your landlord had every right to refuse to help for his and his tenants safety.
You continued climbing and let the silence stifle the air to the top of your apartment. Once you reached the top, you turned to gaze at the scene before you. It never failed to take your breath away, seeing the city from above-coated in the pink gold hue of the early morning sun. You could see the ocean from here, and a few early birds going about their business. They looked like ants from where Giorno had lead you. Speaking of, you turned to see Giorno had sat down on the edge of the apartment, just next to his tree that had finally stopped growing. You climbed the last few branches and Giorno held out his hand for you to take.
“It’s always so beautiful up here, you know. It almost makes me want to sneak out here every afternoon to watch the sun set.” He smiled as he gazed out at the horizon. Once again, you opted for silence, and watched as Giorno took in the world with a look of awe. The world really was beautiful up here, before anyone could really wake up and the stresses of daily life were in place. It pulled your stressful night into a peaceful lull, and you cut through the silence between you to yawn.
“You brought me out here for something, what was it? As beautiful as it is up here I have a beautiful bed that’s getting more and more tempting waiting for me in my room,” When he turned back to you, all the joy from his face fell. He looked so incredibly serious he woke you up from your sleepy exhausted delirium. You’d only seen him this determined once; normally, he always held nothing but a small grin for you, or a nod if he was busy..
“I’m going to be away for a while. I wanted you to know, in case-this,” he sighed, dragging a hand through his hair. He caught your eyes once more, and you found yourself pierced under his gaze.
“What I am doing, it will be dangerous, to say the least. And I don’t want you to contact me until I do. For anything. No phone calls, no visits to my boarding house, no asking around-nothing. Can you promise me that?” You frowned, and looked back to the sun rising slowly in the sky.
You had so many questions. What on earth was he doing that could be so high profile? Was he part of some government spy organisation or something? Giorno was a good man, he wouldn’t get tied up in anything too reckless-but why was he suddenly going away? Why didn’t he tell you earlier? How long would he even be gone for? If it was dangerous…no, you didn’t want to think of it but…would he come back?
“Giorno…I need time to process this-” Giorno let out a sigh of frustration.
“I don’t have time. I need you to promise this-swear it on your life,” Your eyes turned back to him, and before you even knew what you were doing, you nodded. You had to trust that he would come back. And he would, he had to.
“I will. I promise. And if-If I die, I’m…never speaking to you again,” He nodded, but behind his solemn face you could see that telltale grin ghosting his lips.
You didn’t know just what he had gotten himself into-but you would but your trust in him. He would never bring you into any danger.
If this was the last time you’d see him in a while, well-you had better enjoy it while you could.