How harsh. You were so much kinder a century ago, Jojo~.
[ Fuck. There are disadvantages to Hierophant's hiding place, and all of them are happening at once. Something breaks in Jotaro, breaks in Hierophant, breaks in him, and then thorns are tearing into all of them. He swallows back whatever noise he was going to make, curling his hands into fists and gritting his teeth. Any sound he makes, Dio might pick up. Jotaro's enduring. He can, too.
They're going to have a chance. One chance. When Dio's fingers break skin, he'll give Hierophant a chance to move from Jotaro into him. He'll get close enough for Star Platinum to strike him. Hurt him. Occupy him for the few seconds it'll take for Hierophant to get into place.
The vines tighten as Jotaro struggles. Kakyoin can feel his own fingers going cold from lack of circulation. His own heart beating faster to try to compensate. More blood moving more quickly through the body. All the better for something to pull it free of the skin.
Dio moves closer, into Star Platinum's range, either thinking himself safe or thinking that whatever trap he's going to spring he can endure it. And Kakyoin recognises the borrowed sensation of an almost-loving tap-tap-tap-tap of four fingernails against the side of Jotaro's neck. Like someone drumming their fingers against a table. It's familiar. Almost pleasant. Being dirt, knowing that something beautiful might grow from you.
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[ Fuck. There are disadvantages to Hierophant's hiding place, and all of them are happening at once. Something breaks in Jotaro, breaks in Hierophant, breaks in him, and then thorns are tearing into all of them. He swallows back whatever noise he was going to make, curling his hands into fists and gritting his teeth. Any sound he makes, Dio might pick up. Jotaro's enduring. He can, too.
They're going to have a chance. One chance. When Dio's fingers break skin, he'll give Hierophant a chance to move from Jotaro into him. He'll get close enough for Star Platinum to strike him. Hurt him. Occupy him for the few seconds it'll take for Hierophant to get into place.
The vines tighten as Jotaro struggles. Kakyoin can feel his own fingers going cold from lack of circulation. His own heart beating faster to try to compensate. More blood moving more quickly through the body. All the better for something to pull it free of the skin.
Dio moves closer, into Star Platinum's range, either thinking himself safe or thinking that whatever trap he's going to spring he can endure it. And Kakyoin recognises the borrowed sensation of an almost-loving tap-tap-tap-tap of four fingernails against the side of Jotaro's neck. Like someone drumming their fingers against a table. It's familiar. Almost pleasant. Being dirt, knowing that something beautiful might grow from you.
And then Dio's fingers break skin. ]