#【 * 🍒 教皇 › ❛ 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗶 / post - stardust crusaders . 】
↳ ❛ are you asking me out on a date ?? ❜ From Jotaro … 😜
sender : @vialaviolenza / source : prompted / status : closed .
many times had kakyoin envisioned his graduation ━━━━ the sense of fulfillment as one chapter reaches its end & another begins ; the glow of conviction emanating from his chest as he stands in the splendor of accomplishment among his peers , in the effulgence of his mother’s teary - eyed gaze & the rare expression of pride he has long desired from his father . & now that the day has arrived at last , he finds as much contentment in all of these things as he’d conceived these last three years , but what brings him the greatest sense of joy is one presence that had evaded his foresight until a fateful day two novembers ago .
it seems that jotaro has not left his side since then , or perhaps it is he that has been so closely adhered all this time , if it isn’t the work of some intangible force that holds them together in the same vein as what keeps the earth orbiting the sun . either way , though kakyoin knows better than to take anything for granted , the stability & security that comes with feeling him there nigh on always cannot be matched by anything else he has ever experienced . their shared moment of triumph in completing their secondary education is no different . the praise & acknowledgment & congratulatory remarks are flashes of starlight in a darkening sky , but jotaro is the silvery moon that beckons the tide of kakyoin’s mood .
after posing for an inordinate amount of photos for both of their mothers ( holly - san had kept insisting they stand closer & closer together , almost like she knows , though kakyoin cannot imagine jotaro had revealed any details of their relationship to her ━━━━ & his own mother had been no better , teasingly remarking that they’ll thank her for capturing them this way many years into the future ) , they had managed to slip away , finding a shred of privacy at the landing of the stone stairway where they’d first met . as kakyoin gazes up toward the torii - like gate framing the summit of the hill , he silently revisits that moment their eyes met , though he’d been under the influence of an external evil . he’d been no part of himself at the time , but he thinks that something in his chest sparked at the sight of jotaro , a hint from the universe that his life was going to change forever . he places a hand over his clothed core , the scar hidden beneath layers of fabric tingling in response to the intercepted touch .
jotaro’s words pull a humored smile from kakyoin , violet eyes rolling as he turns to face him . his suggestion of the two of them straying even further from the crowd to get ice cream had mostly been made in passing , considering the balmy weather & the way their uniforms ━━━━ which they are wearing for the last time ━━━━ tend to trap heat . it’s something they’ve done together before , & though they will likely do it again without the routine of heading to & from school , kakyoin is a little too sentimental to abandon the chance to do it this way one last time .
“ has it been a date for the past year ?? ” he asks , a scarlet brow arching with interest . “ you never outright said as much . but some things don’t need to be said , i suppose . ” kakyoin turns away just as his smile starts to grow , but his dimpled cheek gives him away , a soft laugh barely audible over the slight crinkle of the paper holding the flowers his parents had given him , cradled in his arms with his ribbon - tied certificate . slowly , he saunters his way up the stairs , cherry - red tresses flicked away with a strategic turn of his head as he casts a glance over his shoulder , a glimmer in his eye as he looks back at jotaro .
“ well ?? are you coming for our first date as high school graduates , or not ?? ”
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↳ ❛ i thought you’d like some company . ❜ // Polnareff
sender : @redlineoffate / source : prompted / status : open .
it’s rare for kakyoin to be left alone in his hospital room . his mother is sure to stop by for at least a few hours with each new sunrise , voicing her elation that his recovery has gone smoothly overall & offering small trinkets to remind him of the comforts of home ; his handheld games , his favorite books , vhs tapes of films she thought he’d like . & when it wasn’t her by his side , it was jotaro ; kakyoin finds immense comfort in his presence , whether they’re engaged in thoughtful conversation or sitting in comfortable silence . it’s the warmth of friendship , a life - giving light he’d been certain he would never experience a mere amount months ago , only for it to find him at rock bottom & blossom through cracks in concrete & stone .
his heart aches at the thought of mr. avdol & iggy & the devastating reality that he will never see them again . though the lofty likelihood of death had not been lost on any one of them as they sought out that great evil in the heart of the desert , that awareness had not made the grave reality any easier to accept ━━━━ even more so for kakyoin , who had so narrowly managed to slip free from the clutches of his own demise . what does it mean that he survived & they didn’t ?? how can he truly cherish the second chance fate had graciously offered him , but heartlessly withheld from his beloved comrades ??
mr. joestar urged him not to think that way , the few times he’d visited . fate cannot be personified , cannot embody human attributes ━━━━ it is a phenomenon beyond the bounds of even the vastest intellects ; a faceless , nameless deity that rejects the perception of any prying eyes seeking to decipher its true nature . but when kakyoin lies on the stark white sheets of this bed , cloaked in the depth of the night & left with only his thoughts as company , he cannot help but ask these unanswerable questions . had their lives been given for his , somehow ?? is it fair that he will live the rest of his life while they remain frozen in time , at the eternal end of some tragic story ??
the late morning light spills through undrawn drapes , casting a beam of white warmth over his abdomen . he opens his eyes just as the door to his room swings on its hinge , & a half - curtained gaze doubles in width as a familiar figure crosses into the room , filling kakyoin’s vision like some kind of holy figure as daylight catches in his silvery hair .
“ polnareff ?? ” he asks through a stolen breath , though no answer is needed . sitting up nigh on ninety - degrees , a mountain of pillows tumbling down his straightened back , kakyoin reaches out for his friend almost instinctively , the intravenous tube burrowed into his arm swinging like a loose rope . in an image that might be shocking to any who witnessed how sourly kakyoin behaved toward polnareff for the bulk of their shared journey , his true regard for him shines through , the glow of a campfire beneath the blackened desert sky ; kakyoin is smiling wide , his dimples on full display as the whites of his teeth fill the space between rosy lips .
“ nobody told me you were coming , ” he utters , voice airy with surprise & eyes alight with genuine mirth to see his friend , & to see him looking well . “ jojo said he hasn’t seen you since you went back to france . you didn’t come all the way to japan just to see me , did you ?? ”
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↳ send 💪 to pick up / carry my muse .
sender : @ironleonine / source : prompted / status : selectively accepting .
it seems the sterile white of the hospital walls holds the power to warp time . each day feels infinitely longer than just twenty - four hours , & the sliver of the outside world visible from his window serves as the only constant reminder that life had not evaporated in the heat of death’s grip ; the transition from winter to spring offering a new hope . perhaps his healing brain & body are to blame for such a persistent placebo , but kakyoin’s fragility lessens each day , the capabilities he’d exhibited before the incident within his reach , & his sights set ever higher , inspired by jotaro & the others to grow as strong as this lifetime would allow . dio may be gone , but there’s no telling what else could be out there ━━━━ the sole certainty is that kakyoin will face them without fear .
charlie’s visit had been cause for astonishment , though perhaps it shouldn’t have been . the depth of their bond is clear , rather , kakyoin had not been expecting her to make the trip to japan once she’d returned to her hometown , following the conclusion of their egyptian escapade . she’d called a few times once he’d roused from the coma , & hearing her voice again provided him a sense of solace he hadn’t known he’d needed ━━━━ some fretful part of him fostered concerns as to whether or not their friendship could survive such a massive distance ( he is still not so used to having friends , after all , especially not ones who’ve accompanied him to hell & back ) , thus , he cherished the reassurance . however , in true charlie hunt fashion , she hadn’t so much as hinted to her plans to visit him in person , leaving his heart rate to spike dangerously when she’d suddenly poked her head into his room without even an hour’s notice .
even so , the reunion had been worth the heart attack . kakyoin couldn’t hide his excitement to see her again even if he’d been inspired to try , & he valued the opportunity to interact meaningfully with charlie without the constant anxiety that someone or something may be closing in on them with intent to kill . despite the fact that he’d been unresponsive & fighting for his life just over a week ago , there’s a pleasant normality about the tranquil atmosphere , & it renders him impossibly more determined to take his recovery by the reins & leave this place as soon as he can .
“ oh , look , ” starts kakyoin , raising a slender arm to gesture toward the window . “ the cherry blossoms are starting to bloom already . they’re a bit early this year . ” violet eyes shimmer with interest , that same hand shifting to swipe ruby - red tresses away from his line of sight as he leans forward in the bed . “ ah , i bet we could get a better view from the roof ━━━━ jojo sneaks me up there sometimes , ” he reveals this with a breathless giggle , gaze adhered to the burst of pink coloring the hospital campus . “ but if you don’t want to go to the trouble , i’m sure he’ll come see me after school , so no worr━━━━charlie ?! ”
prior to the chance for words of protest to fly past his lips , kakyoin feels himself being lifted from his bed , the open top of his pajamas fluttering in the sudden breeze of the motion ( he hadn’t bothered to button it entirely , wanting to allow the wound on his abdomen the chance to ‘ breathe ’ as much as it could through the careful bandaging ) . when his vision stops spinning , he realizes that he’s in charlie’s arms . bridal style .
“ what on earth do you think you’re doing ?? ” he wheezes at her , keeping his voice down so as not to alarm the staff ( or put too much strain on his body ) , but ensuring his tone is as severe as it can be at this volume . his whole face flushes , a deeper cerise than the blossoms swaying in the vernal winds & complementing the crimson waves of his hair . “ i can walk , for fuck’s sake !! put me down this instant !! i won’t break from going up the stairs . ” we’ll just have to go slowly , that’s all .
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new tag dump bc all my tags have been yeeted into the void (1/2)
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【 * 🍒 教皇 › ❛ 𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗶 / stardust crusaders . 】
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↳ @shabcn wrote : “ my back has been breaking from this heavy heart . ”
prompted . / accepting !
notwithstanding his tendency to chatter rather excitedly at the intersection of opportunity & introduction of a topic in possession of any extent of his passion , kakyoin had never been much of a conversationalist . he’s well - rehearsed in the masquerade of extroversion & even wields a way with words indicative of a vast intellectual vocabulary , yet the natural subtleties of interacting with people & falling into the rhythm of the waltz of casual exchange are conventions that he , the product of a childhood infected with isolation , had never been allowed the chance to develop organically . many times throughout the events of the journey to cairo had he found himself awkwardly unsure of his role in certain interactions with his comrades ; talking with them came predominantly naturally , which had been quite a comfort to the redhead as he felt seen & heard for what had honestly been the first time in his life , but there were times where he felt ill - prepared & even unworthy to be part of such a coterie . it had taken much of the fifty days they traveled together for him to get used to having other people at his side , as for so many years , only the manifestation of his own soul & the gelid chill of solitude kept him company .
regardless , he knows how to listen . & upon hearing the older man’s voice laden with some kind of longing as he utters such a simple yet profound statement , at once , every whit of kakyoin’s attention falls captive to him . since he’d returned from the perilous but life - altering journey & taken nearly two months to overcome his injuries ( most of which he spent in a coma , howbeit ) , he hadn’t much a chance to get to know caesar ——— evidently , joseph spoke of the man like he’d strung up each & every constellation with his own two hands , & by extension , he’s earned much of kakyoin’s honest admiration & respect . yet , it occurs to him now that the two of them are finally alone that this is the first time such circumstances have surrounded them . cognitively , he’d figured it would happen sooner or later as speedwagon had been interested in recruiting him since they’d become hyperaware of his existence after operating on his wounded eyes , but he hadn’t dedicated a proper amount of thought to the implications of being alone with caesar , a man about whom he’d heard so much , yet still knows so little .
violet eyes are uncharacteristically round with youthful curiosity as they settle on the other man’s face . for once , kakyoin actually looks his age . “ a heavy heart . . . ” he echoes , his tone gossamer with its dulcet disposition , much unlike the typical confidence & command with which he usually speaks . he wonders what could be weighing on the other man so intimately , what’s burdened him so long , it makes a tension - wrought bow of his spine . whatever it is , he knows that feeling .
“ mr . zeppeli , ” starts the crimson - tressed , sliding his hands down the tops of his own thighs as he sits before his mother’s chabudai , half - listening for her lingering , pacing steps as evidence that she may be eavesdropping on their conversation despite her promise to leave them alone . “ what do you mean ?? is something . . . troubling you ?? ” perhaps he’s the last person that should ask , but he cannot ignore the innate & intensifying connection he feels to the other man . he isn’t the best at being vulnerable , despite his sensitivity ——— opening up to others still feels like being pricked by dozens of thorns , all at once . but he’s discovered that sometimes , the rose that can bloom as a result may be too beautiful to forfeit .
“ . . . maybe your back is breaking because you’re holding it all in , ” he suggests , staring down into his own lap , before allowing his gaze to lift , even if only to the steaming cup of cherry blossom tea placed before him . “ especially when your feelings are strong , keeping everything inside can feel like torture , like you’re going to break with even the slightest bit of tension . but letting it out is scary , too , right ?? ” he looks at the much older man once more , studying the gracefully aged lines of his face , which adumbrate a handsome glow that must have been breathtaking in his youth .
the smile that tugs at the seam of a wide mouth almost looks forlorn . “ you think you’re getting stronger , like you’re getting used to bearing all that weight . but then it just keeps getting heavier . & then you wonder what’ll happen first ——— if the weight will max out , or if you’ll be crushed beneath it . ”
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