[ Star wouldn't let him hurt him. He said that, didn't he? And Star isn't here to stop him. He checks for Star, when Jotaro shakes his head. When the words he's babbling out are in languages he doesn't speak (Italian? It sounds italian. And something from further into Europe. Probably Romanian. It would make sense, if it were Romanian.). He checks when the wetness returns to his eyes, fat dewdrops on his eyelashes.
Star never stops him, and so he keeps going, for as far as 'going' describes his part in this. He keeps stroking Jotaro's side. Keeps holding his hand. Keeps watching, as every last thread of him pulls taut. Tries to stretch. Unravels. Hierophant sends him the signal. He lifts his hand from Jotaro's side to turn off the machine. It doesn't stop immediately, nothing so jarring. It slows instead. Its thrusts grow weak. Shallow, until it finally pulls away entirely. His hand returns to Jotaro's side. Careful. Delicate. Hierophant remains curled in Jotaro's chest, but a tendril of him reaches out from his mouth. Pushes past his teeth, so that it can undo the restraints, then wanders off to the kitchen like a long green helpful tongue. There's the distant sound of glasses moving in the cupboard, then water from the tap. ]
I take it back. [ He says as Hierophant brings the glass of water back to him and wanders off to find a blanket, less to make conversation and more to make noises with his mouth. To put his voice there for Jotaro to follow. ] I like this thing after all.
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Star never stops him, and so he keeps going, for as far as 'going' describes his part in this. He keeps stroking Jotaro's side. Keeps holding his hand. Keeps watching, as every last thread of him pulls taut. Tries to stretch. Unravels. Hierophant sends him the signal. He lifts his hand from Jotaro's side to turn off the machine. It doesn't stop immediately, nothing so jarring. It slows instead. Its thrusts grow weak. Shallow, until it finally pulls away entirely. His hand returns to Jotaro's side. Careful. Delicate. Hierophant remains curled in Jotaro's chest, but a tendril of him reaches out from his mouth. Pushes past his teeth, so that it can undo the restraints, then wanders off to the kitchen like a long green helpful tongue. There's the distant sound of glasses moving in the cupboard, then water from the tap. ]
I take it back. [ He says as Hierophant brings the glass of water back to him and wanders off to find a blanket, less to make conversation and more to make noises with his mouth. To put his voice there for Jotaro to follow. ] I like this thing after all.