@timeled || Continued from xxx
"D-Dio...?”
The words came out as a low, incomprehensible whisper, the younger vampire’s frazzled mind trying to deduce whether he was hallucinating or there was actually a person standing before him. Despite Dion having accepted that Dio was dead long ago, it never exactly stopped him in falling for his hallucinations --- especially when inebriated.
So how was he supposed to react when the taller came close and wrapped his arms around Dion, causing all the hairs on his body to stand on end?
He’s hesitant at first, but eventually musters the strength to return the embrace, staring up at Dio with widened eyes.
“Y....You’re real, right? I-I’m not just imagining things again...?” He asks, nervously.











