#thisanger

[doomedsouls]

"i wish things were different." it's remorseful. apologetic. there is nothing hiding in his tone that suggests a joke; he is many things but he is not that cruel. "i wish we could have met some other way."

the light is fading from his eyes. time is running out. bucciarati is dying, there are confirmed whispers from the ghoulish choir of metallica. there is no oxygen - rich blood, no heartbeat, no signs of life that he would sense long before anyone else would. he is hollow, vacant ( long vacant; the death of a love, death of a son, the loss of another having taken his will to live ) and he is more of a ghost than risotto thought of himself as. for that, he has earned his rare sympathy. even more remarkable, given all the resentment built up from years of a rigged competition.

risotto wished for bruno to suffer as he did once. evidently, his wish has come true. it's not nearly as fulfilling as he hoped it would be.

❝  i think it was always destined to end this way. ❞ he answers sadly, refusing to look into the other man's half - blind gaze where all light has faded. we will always be rivals, we will always lose, we will always realize too late. it's a terribly dark and unfair sentence to leave things off on.

normally, he wouldn't care. but risotto must already live with too many unspoken regrets. just this once, he can set aside his pride and grant clemency to someone who never wanted to be his rival or enemy, but a friend all along. ❝ . . . but, just this once, i'd like to hope that you're the one who's right. maybe in another life, we meet as simple boys. and maybe the world lets us be. maybe then it will be different for us. ❞

[quirkcaught]

"    BRO!   "      he's  walking  into  denki's  room  after  knocking  thrice.   (  it's  the  manly  thing  to  do  if  you're  going  to  barge  in  anyways,  so  late  at  night.   )    eyes  are  wide,  and  he  hurries  to  his  bedside.    "    you  know  the  ghost  of  the  first  year  dorms?    i  think  i  just  saw  him!   come  check  it  out  with  me.   " / @thisanger > denki.

[doomedsouls]

"i think our lives are about to be destroyed anyway. i truly, deeply love you. and before we die, i want you to know."

giorno blinks once, twice to register what he has just heard. he is astounded & nearly slack - jawed, his composure held together like a splintered window, the cracked glass threatening to shatter and crumble. there is a part of him somewhere deep down that has only ever wanted to love & be loved. but that dream was set aside in favor of others; as the golden don, he has the love of the people, and he'd hoped that would have been enough.

but this, this is like flowers sprouting from the thin cracks of a stony pavement. this is a glimmer of sunlight peeking through the depths of unrelenting storm clouds, slowly parting them. this is his heart forgetting its beat, sloppily regaining its pace. a strange warmth spreads through him, he thinks that if he opens his mouth, butterflies will fly out from it.

you love me? he'd asked, uncertain and barely concealing the true emotion. he was almost afraid to even ask. he wonders if he'd somehow entered a sleep - like state before death without even knowing it, and that this comes to him in a dream.

( for the first time in a long, long time, the requiem's song chords are silenced. he does not have the intrusive thought protesting or suggesting otherwise. giorno will not let it speak, not this time. there is no force, in this world nor the one beyond understanding, that will intrude on this moment. )

❝  . . . ❞ he wishes he something else to add, something to follow up from his earlier -- admittedly pointless & childish remark -- don't be afraid. he'd like to promise her, respond to her, reciprocate her feelings. clenched tightly in his hands is a slow growing seed, it will be the key to their escape. they will not die today. he will not allow it. but it seems words are unneeded anyway, for trish is leaning intently towards him. her sea green gaze is hypnotic, he cannot bear to tear away. she is the sea and all its tides, pulling him closer.

it is not their first kiss, nor will he let it be their last. but this is, perhaps, their most impassioned.

[doomedsouls]

❝ you’re not so good at lying anymore. the truth gets in your eyes. ❞ giotrish

he used to be a master at reading others without giving away himself. sharp emerald eyes would cautiously scan someone's face & body language, expertly gauging their thought process based on that behavior. he would act with caution, perhaps at times, unintentional coldness. it is only around those that he is closest with that he lets vulnerability bleed into every single one of their interactions.

❝ it's not that, ❞ he quietly disagrees, shaking his head and golden locks gently bounce. he looks to her and it is a sight that would be immortalized in a renaissance painting ; her rose petal hair and her sea green eyes, she is a flower plucked from the garden of eden. ❝ you've memorized my quirks, and i have been careless. ❞

carelessness is not something he's ever allowed himself to be before. it is foreign, it is dangerous in a position like his own. trish herself could thrust the fatal dagger into his heart at a moment's notice, striking like a viper, and still he'd smile at her as he does now. a dopey, boyish smile of sorts that he lets himself feel. ❝  you make me enjoy being careless.  ❞

( yet again, he dodges the real question. )

[livingmight]

"    WHAT  YOU  ARE  IS  BRAVE.    "    brows  knit,   drawing  deeper  the  shadow  around  tired  eyes.   an  arm  extends  to  her  in  polite  guidance   —  protection.    "    i've  spoken  to  fuyumi,    but  i've  yet  to  speak  to  you.   how  has  it  been?   —   your  life  out  of  the  hospital,  I  mean.    " / @thisanger > rei

[lemilrion]

"    IT'S  NOTHING  TO  BE  SCARED  OF.   "      palms  fall  flat  on  the  beach,   soaking  in  the  much-needed  break  away  from  the  city  and  the  school  and  hero  training  —   or  a  lack  thereof  for  the  two  of  them.   eyes  open  to  behold  the  waves.    "    well,   let  me  rephrase.    it's  okay  to  be  scared,    but  it's  more  fear  of  the  unknown  than  powerlessness,  right?    "    mirio  looks  towards  the  younger  classmate,   smile  sure  and  true.    "   having  a  quirk  wasn't  what  made  you  and  me  heroes.      we  did  that  on  our  own.   " / @thisanger > izuku.

[livingmight]

IT'S  NOT  HIS  RELIGION,    BUT  IT'S  WHAT  TOSHINORI  HAS  PUT  HIS  BELIEF  IN.    belief  requires  faith;   belief  requires  sacrifice.   his  master  taught  him  that  much   —   and  he  hopes  the  message  has  been  passed  onto  midoriya,   but  not  to  the  extreme  level  that  toshinori  had  been  taught.    sacrifice  has  never  been  what  makes  a  good  hero.      -—   that's  the  lesson  he  wished  this  quirk  they  shared  would've  spared  the  boy. 

"  i  did  this  when  i  lost  the  embers  of  one-for-all  as  my  ...  thank  you  to  the  previous  weilders,   i  guess.   "    he  stokes  the  fire  between  them.   sacrifice.   smoke  billows  from  the  hearth  and  rises  up  to  the  starry  sky.    sacrifice.   the  end  of  a  quirk,    but  not  a  dream  —   never  his  dream.      "   can't  really  say  why,   other  than  it  felt  right  ...   i  wanted  to  give  you  a  chance  to  get  some  closure,   and  i  didn't  want  you  to  have  to  do  it  alone,    son.   " / @thisanger > izuku.

[shgraki-archive]

KNEES  ARE  PULLED  UP  TO  HIS  CHEST.   the ps4  controller  sits  idly  in  one  hand  as  the  game  is  paused.   she  sits  in  comfortable  silence  between  them  as  the  door  open,  shuts,  and  locks  behind  toshinori.      babysitting  duty  was  never  in  its  job  description...    but  trouble-making,   he  can  make  an  exception  for.     "   come  on.   we're  digging into toshi's secret  hero  stash,    little  brother.    " / @thisanger > izuku.