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Jotaro Kujo ⬤ JJBA: Stardust Crusaders
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moonblessing ⬤ Sanguis

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[hierophany]

Do you want me to?

[ There's something that begins just above where Jotaros' fingers rest, just barely tactable through his clothes. About as thick as cloth but too smooth for it. Kakyoin's fingers spider outward over Jotaro's back, covering as much distance as possible like an insect staying afloat by spreading its legs as thin and far as possible. ]

You already know how much I'd do to have you back.

[starmark]

[...Unusual. That's neither soft skin nor the hard ridge of scar tissue, and he can't quite figure out what it is — not that he's trying particularly hard, with the way that they're cuddling. He nudges at it anyway, plucking with the tips of his fingers like he's trying to work out what's there beneath the fabric and not really coming up with any answers.]

Hah. I know better than to try telling you what to do, too.

[He remembers listening to his heartbeat, beat after beat. Counting out a length of time that seemed to stretch on to eternity, swallowed up by the darkness all around the outside of the bubble. Pushing away the intrusive thoughts that even if he could break out somehow, he'd be too far from the surface to find air before his own ran out.

Waiting and waiting and waiting. Waiting for someone to come. Waiting for Dio to come back —

Despite himself, he tenses up all over, an unconscious reflex born of leftover trauma.]

Well. It's over now.

[hierophany]

[ It budges a little, pushed with enough force. It’s smooth. Soft-ish. Like skin, if skin lay on top of itself and were perfectly smooth and uniform. Like the sort of skin an alien would pull over its body to play at being human. ]

It is.

[ Beneath his spider-hands, Jotaro’s muscles shift. He observes as best he can with just his own senses. Measures the movement in a way that isn’t quite as detached as he’d like but still more detached than he should be. Afraid. This is afraid. He untucks his head to look up at Jotaro, trading away neatness for sincerity. ]

I miss you when I’m in class. When you’re at work. I didn’t miss you when you were gone. It would have been an unforgivable waste of time. I looked for you. I mapped out the entire fucking city trying to find out where you were. What I would need to do to who in order to bring you back.

[starmark]

...Oh.

[Oh, he says, a sigh like the key to a dam that's been holding back a tidal wave of relief all this time. Oh, leave it to Kakyoin to bring it back to a question of specific words rather than broad-reaching sentiment. Leave it to Kakyoin to be precise, and exacting, and offended by the very notion of carelessly expecting one inferior term to fully encompass the vastness of another.

Adrian has seen things in him before, often during Sanguis, and told him that they're close to what a vampire feels — the possessiveness, the fierceness. He's been a vampire, too, and felt those same things firsthand, felt his whole body shake with his resonant need to be close to the things he loves.

Kakyoin sounds like a vampire, when he describes his hunt and his intentions. He doesn't know if that's something he ought to give voice to, and so he decides against it.

What he says instead, though, is probably just as well.]

I need that. I need — you, and Adrian. Chasing after me like that. So I never get lost, I need — don't ever not do that. Okay...?

[hierophany]

I won’t miss you - I’ll follow you. Always. Anywhere.

[ Into January 17th, if he can find a path.

He brings his lips up to Jotaro’s, because that is how these things go. That or a pocketknife and split palms and mixed blood and a kiss seems far more sanitary and less liable to ruin Adrian’s nice bedsheets. ]

Both of you.