8 Works by alovelyburn

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    “The environment is hardly ideal, I know. I apologize. But… ” Click, clack, Dio’s heels tap against the hard stone floor. Click. Clack. Click clack. “I’m sure you’ll forgive it, in time. If I had the time, I would have brought you elsewhere - to a more familiar landscape. Something more comfortable, perhaps, but… well. You’ll understand soon enough.” The air itself is still and quiet, though. Poised. Waiting. As though the night itself is holding its breath.

    “Yes… I’m sure you’ll forgive this undignified way of welcoming you. ...JoJo.”

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    "How long has it been, JoJo? What do you think?" Dio's fingers stretch through the empty air, twisting lightly inside those dark curls. At least… he assumes they're still dark. Here, there is no light, no air. Here, there is barely any space, come to that, only. . . "Us," he says, softly, and his voice is like a predator's whisper. "Only us." Hadn't it always been them, in the end? Locked together as brothers, as friends, as rivals, as enemies… yes, in a sense, they're all the same thing. Connections are connections, no matter the flavor of them. Hatred and love, brutality and tenderness, violence and sex. Life and death.

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    Dio sits at his favorite chair by the window, a polished wood table at his side, a crystal glass (wine, red and rich) held delicately between the fingers of one hand. In the other, he holds the skull. A souvenir? A treasure? Who can even tell the difference, sometimes.

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    That one spirit isn’t hard to find after the war. You follow the thin “roads” (if you can call them roads) through the terrains of Hell (and Heaven and Earth, because in the end it’s all the same) - past the rotting corpses of trees and the luminous, still-lingering, spirits of long-dead forests, to the deepest pits of the Abyss. You said, once, that light is found in darkness. They are... entwined - a string of night, a string of light, too close together to tell apart, most of the time. And the brighter the light, the greater, the deeper, the shadow it casts. That’s never been more true than it is in you. Fitting, then, that your light lives in the dark.

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    How much is “too much?" How deep can a blade go, how many nerves can it sever, how many inches of flesh can it rend? Can it hit bone? Cut through? Perhaps it depends on the person — body mass, blood loss. Then again, maybe not. Breaks are sometimes enough, even without a drop of blood. (Griffith-centric, + Griffith/Charlotte. GriffithxGuts implications. 4k)

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    In which Enrico Pucci visits Dio's mansion in Egypt two weeks after the close of Stardust Crusaders.

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    He can still remember that man standing atop the steps with the night wind stirring his hair. Strange, and distant and... different from Guts. From Casca, too. That feeling has been building for months, he thinks - an ongoing development as Griffith drifts toward aristocracy, and the rest of them remain rooted to the ground. It's been building, yes, but he didn't notice it until now. Maybe it's one of those things that only becomes obvious in retrospect. Really... fuck those things.

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    The wall is cold against Griffith’s back tonight, and he feels it, that chill, seeping into his bones. Creaky bones, he thinks. He may as well be getting old before his time. It seems appropriate for one in his position. Situational factors had been shown to be influential in the aging process, hadn’t they? Or rather, they had been observed to do so. He’s sure (almost sure?) that he’d read that in a book, once, a long time ago. But, of course, no one had ever really been in his situation before.

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    172
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