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Gio…
<Bruno sighed in relief as Giorno managed to revive himself and summon his stand. 
The look Giorno had his eyes immediately destroyed his sense of relief however. He had never seen such sadness permeate from his eyes.>

Gio…I’m sorry, I…I don’t kow what happened. I couldn’t control myself. I don’t know what’s going on. I have no idea who did this to me, but I can’t control it. Mio dio, I nearly killed you….

<Bruno clenched his fists so tight that his nails dug into his skin and caused his palms to bleed. He wasn’t used to this new-found strength yet.>

I know now you weren’t kidding when you said your father was a vampire. What do I do?

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】— It was painful to remain conscious, when his entire body was withering in weakness. Yet, Giorno Giovanna was fighting to keep his eyes open, and his brain working. He couldn’t selfishly slip into a dreamless slumber when his friend was there –was there again with him, and not dead as he always believed him to be.

— A little smile curled his lips, shaking hand caressing the other’s pale cheek. It was cold to the touch –like his father’s skin, as pale and cold as moulded marble. « It’s okay, Bruno…  » A murmur left his lips, his head resting against the man’s chest –the impact freeing the curls from their usual style. « I know it’s not your fault… W-we will fix things. »

— The blonde’s hands moved from the older one’s visage, trailing his jawline, his neck, until he could place his palm against his chest… and hear no heartbeat within it. Like with his father, he was there, and he wasn’t at the same time, like a sleeping slave.

— But he was back, back with him, no more just a white grave silently staring him and collecting his tears of grief over its sculpted tombstone.

« I will h-help you controlling yourself, Bruno. I will… regularly feed you with my blood, if necessary. We need time and patience –only those factors, merging with your willpower, will help you controlling this new nature of yours. »

Posted on May 13— 7 years ago · 20 notes
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