could you write some cute drabble where Dio was reborn to a single mother named Y/n, and some little snippets of her raising her genies son?
Please enjoy.
Dio was never one to truly believe in rebirth. Life after death with weak connections to a previous life that even the one in question doubts or doesn’t understand why. Despite his beliefs though, he did not believe he was set to die so soon. He was akin to that of a God! He was immortal! And yet, as the scorching glare of the sun began to peak over the horizon, the blazing light crawling towards him, he felt.....hopeless. He had lost.
“Dio.....Dio.” Strange. He could hear someone. Someone far away calling his name. Who was it? “Dio.” A warm touch brushed his shoulder followed by a gentle shake, a soft breeze rustling leaves on a Summer’s day. Slowly, his ember coloured eyes cracked open, blinking away the heavy tiredness that weighed them down as the shadows around the room moved quickly, beginning to come into focus before his eyes.
“Dio, it’s time to wake up.” Again, that soft voice spoke, so familiar and yet so foreign to him. Bringing his hands up, he rubbed the remaining sleep from his eyes, irritated by its light sting, and looked at the source of the voice. A woman stood there, a warm smile on her lips that mirrored the same warmth from her own ember eyes. [Hair colour] hair tied in a loose plat with some stray strands slipping from it and falling freely.
“Good morning, dear.” She spoke, setting the plate of freshly cooked toast beside him. He noticed a small collection of medicine on the desk beside him, as well as a mirror that he couldn’t help but stare at for a moment. His body was nothing like it was in that weird....dream? He was nothing more than a young boy who looked like he was just recovering from a sickness. The woman handed him a glass of water, “Here, it should help with the coughing.” Such caring eyes, a softness to them that only a mother could hold.....Mother.
Dio took the glass of water and sipped from it slowly, the cool liquid all but Heaven to his dry throat. The heavy fogginess of the odd dream slipping from his mind like a gentle breeze brushing through his mind and chasing it all away. “How are you feeling?” [Name] asked, a hint of concern laced worry coating her words about her son’s condition, worried that he would say he felt worse or something else had developed.
“...My head feels fuzzy...but I’m okay.” The relief that washed over her at that was far more than welcomed. The worry that had knotted within her chest at her son’s condition and the baffled doctors was something that grew heavy but now, seeing her son awake and seemingly better, had eased that knot. Soothed it.
Giving Dio some privacy to get dressed, [Name] waited patiently outside the room to aid him if he needed help walking or was off balance. He left the room, fully dressed, and seemed to be decently balanced, a little wobbly from being bed-ridden but betters than before. Much to her delight.
The two decided to go outside in the garden for some well-needed fresh air. Dio was almost hesitant to step into the sunlight, the odd dream flaring up, an uncertain fear of the sun’s light. [Name] noticed this and stopped,
“What’s wrong, Dio?” He looked at her then at the sunlight.
“I...I don’t know. I’m just....” His words failed him as he tried to give some kind of explanation to his odd concern for sunlight, even he didn’t understand why he was unsettled by it.
[Name] gave a soft smile, gently taking his hands into hers, giving him a reassuring look. “Don’t worry, my son. I won’t let anything happen to you. You’re going to be okay.” Her words offered comfort, patting away the twisting concern and soothing over it like warm water on a cool day. Slowly, she took a step back, guiding him into the sun. First his fingertips then his fingers, then his hand, then his wrist and so on until he was basking in the sun’s warm light.
So warm. So gentle. It felt as if he was stepping foot in it for the first time in so many years. It was wonderful. Smiling, he took his mother’s hand and explored the garden with her. The odd dream fading from his mind.
