[ Well, kind of. A yours-thing. He doesn't say it properly, in the same way that fuck off back to sleep isn't saying anything properly. It's just saying things in the easiest way.
It'd be wrong to say it's painless, but it doesn't hurt. It's good. The pinch of Jotaro's teeth against increasingly tender skin. Each little broken capillary, snapping like Hierophant's threads.
It's going to leave a mark. Jotaro's right, that he won't be able to hide it entirely with the collar of any of his jackets. He's trading perfection for making it clear to anyone who looks that Jotaro loves him. That's a little exciting. ]
Yours. I'm yours. Your iris. Your Hierophant. Your Nori.
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[ Well, kind of. A yours-thing. He doesn't say it properly, in the same way that fuck off back to sleep isn't saying anything properly. It's just saying things in the easiest way.
It'd be wrong to say it's painless, but it doesn't hurt. It's good. The pinch of Jotaro's teeth against increasingly tender skin. Each little broken capillary, snapping like Hierophant's threads.
It's going to leave a mark. Jotaro's right, that he won't be able to hide it entirely with the collar of any of his jackets. He's trading perfection for making it clear to anyone who looks that Jotaro loves him. That's a little exciting. ]
Yours. I'm yours. Your iris. Your Hierophant. Your Nori.