ANSWERED ASK FOR @vallydolls' apollo who said ( ᵗᵒ ᵍⁱᵒ ) : " clasping their arm to steady them " . still accepting !
there are odes and omens written of death and destruction in every walk of life. there were many who could read them before gio, but who's to say more would come after? cataclysmic... that's the word the boy is thinking of when a hand wraps around the crook of his elbow— abruptly dragging him out of a blind stumble into the busy street before him.
" huh? "
a bus horn blares as the vehicle speeds through the cross walk with the green, a blur of steel & glass carving it's way down chicago's city streets.
turning to whomst had just saved him from potentially a pitiful end, especially whenst compared to those demigods of old and their stories the poets had written of them... giovanni comes eye to eye with a face framed by hair spun like threads of filigree and colored the shade of gold leaf.
power radiates with a humming sound from the man, but where this noise might frighten a mortal mind– if even able to hear– this song of sorts, instead is familiar... for that same power thrums (though dampened and only a sliver compared it's source) through gio too.
he doesn't have to be told to know.
" ... i don't— " know what to say? what to do? any of it, really.
