starmark: (YOUNG ☆ some nights i call it a draw)
Jotaro Kujo ([personal profile] starmark) wrote 2016-04-04 03:11 am (UTC)

[He looks up silently for a moment — up, because despite their difference in heights he's naturally slouching in solidarity, holding himself low and unobtrusive and steady — and regards Polnareff as he looks away, the heat under his skin, and —

this is bullshit, jotaro, i feel betrayed
i know, that's why it's the worst part
so i just have to deal with it? i hate this emotion


— and before he can think better of it, he makes the circle more tangible, more visible; he reaches for the cigarette and plucks it from Polnareff's mouth, just long enough to take a drag on it himself before offering it back.

Around and around, like Hamon in the blood. Everything is circles, everything important.]


Yeah.

[He lets a beat pass, and then —]

You're the thing we had in common, the night we first met him. You were the very first bridge between us.

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