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<Bruno never though he would ever see Giorno like this. He was always so well composed. Had his death really made Giorno so vulnerable? He couldn’t help but feel guilty. As if letting himself die to the Boss’s hands years ago was the worst thing he could have done to Giorno.
Bruno approached him, placing a hand on his shoulder. His words however were choked out as his throat shut. A strong smell wafted into his nostrils…it smelled like blood. Giorno smelled like blood. It was as if he bathed in a vat freshly spilled blood this morning. Bruno couldn’t shake it. The smell was so agonizingly strong and the more he tried to fight the urge to ignore it, the more his throat closed up. Bruno clutched at his neck and covered his mouth, turning away from Giorno suddenly. He felt something pierce the inside of his lips. He could barely close his mouth as his canines grew twice their size in an instant.>
【 ✮ 】— He felt his shoulder freezing, when the other placed his hand against his shoulder –a light weight of a well-working hand being balanced over it. But the cold filtering on his skin, it was not the cold of a corpse. It was the same chill coming from Padre’s hands, the hands of a being destined not to see the sun ever again.
— Everything was starting to make sense now… and yet, at the same time, it was even more messed up than before. Was Bruno, his Bruno, the Bruno he mourned for five long years… a vampire, like the father who gave him birth and now became part of his life?
— « Bruno… » This time it was his turn to grab the other, to hold his hand between his –feeling the familiar chill, bringing it to meet the warmth of his wet cheeks. « Who did this to you, Bruno? »
goldxxperience reblogged this from thetasteofaliar and added:
【 ✮ 】— It was painful to remain conscious, when his entire body was withering in weakness. Yet, Giorno Giovanna was...
thetasteofaliar reblogged this from goldxxperience and added:
Gio…