@multavia  /  plotted.

ㅤ ㅤIf the alley was a place where time didn't pass, outside the hours flew by at an incredible speed. There hasn't been a single moment of rest since then, old memories added to her curiosity leading her to walk all over the town. Still peaceful and bucolic, with occasional changes in the landscape, it was the same Morioh that was taken from her years ago — but safe again, thanks to her friend's efforts. They also received a share of her attention, of course. The fear of not being accepted on her own terms remained hidden behind sweet smiles and attentive looks, and fortunately that did not have many opportunities to appear. It seemed like everyone kind of considered it fair after all, which was enough to calm her still restless heart. The truth was, she couldn't be completely serene until she found Josuke. Even knowing the places where he used to be, a respectful distance was maintained. Although she couldn't change her own nature, she could at least avoid doing ghostly things, and that included not sneaking around the corners. The town size and the same group of friends guaranteed an eventual meeting, faster than she would have liked, but with the fulfillment of a promise: their picnic. It would be the ideal situation to tell him the news, so she should prepare herself accordingly.

ㅤ ㅤHis words were still fresh in her mind. As much as the idea of ​​Josuke worrying about doing something nice for both of them made her happy, she knew herself well enough to know that she wouldn't be able to let him do all the work. It wasn't fair, considering that the place was already offered by him. What was left for her to do? Her mere presence was not enough, of course. That's why she decided to venture out a little bit further, asking to use Rohan's kitchen. Few details to avoid stress, after all she was not sure if she still remembered how to cook at all. Nama chocolate was her choice, because it was so easy and everyone liked it! The dessert looked delicious and had a mouth-watering smell, so she wrapped it up carefully and left — thinking it would be better not to meet him on the way just for the sake of surprise. Therefore, Reimi took a while before finally walking to the lighthouse, leaving the residential streets behind. The wind in her hair was like a welcome sign, a tender smile touching her lips when she distinguished his silhouette. ❝ Josuke! I hope I didn’t make you wait too long! ❞ She said as she approached, seeing the things for the picnic already arranged. Suddenly conscious of the package in her hands, she hesitated a little before offering it to him. ❝ I’m sorry, but I wanted to bring something too. I’m out of practice, but it looks good! ❞ Her nervousness grew as she looked at what he brought, but her excitement helped to disguise it a little.

@multavia​​ said: “i’ll protect you, even if it kills me.” / Anasui

crime related ask meme. accepting!

“  no, anasui. it won’t come to that,  ”  she means to command fate, it would seem. her fierce gaze doesn’t waver from his; to compliment it, her voice flattens under a layer of anger. do not have a death-wish on jolyne’s watch. she’ll make you regret it. the finger that jabs into his chest serves to emphasize her stern refusal to accept his offer. however, her less than grateful response comes from a place of care, as well as the fear of failure.  “  don’t be stupid. if you try to sacrifice yourself for me, i’ll make sure your last moments aren’t peaceful. we’re all in this together, understand?   ”

multavia​:

    in all of his years of practice, he had never met someone so willing to listen to him—to see for himself the things that captivated the doctor’s interest beyond a morbid pastime. secco understood. salvatore could deduce as much just by looking at that smile. a sight that could’ve been considered disturbing or even terrifying, was cherished by the doctor as it brought him hope, hope of sharing his philosophy & make someone see the beauty that could be found even as the life faded away from a person’s eyes. decomposing flesh, infested by maggots, eating away until all that was left was bone—even that thing the other feared the most, rotting, could be beautiful.

  “—good… good…good, good, good, goodgoodgoodgood…!” what started with words being muttered under his breath, picked up speed & volume as he curled fingers around secco’s lithe form. salvatore felt joyful, euphoric even! his heart beating so fast, he might need of a doctor if it continued. he shook the other in place before pulling him back, pressed against him. salvatore held him as if his life depended on it, uncaring of arms that were adding pressure to his neck. his eyes could no longer look at the screen, for his vision was blurry & mind hazy. lips quivered as he speaks. “you can become my assistant… i will teach you the basics… no one has to interfere if they think of you as a nurse…you only have to… hold the camera &… record. record it all. record their deaths!”

“   a   nurse   ? “     that   was   a   image   ...    a   spark   of   laughter   ignites   within   his   chest   ,   bubbling   to   the   surface   ;   ignoring   how   the   doctors   hold   ,   pulls   at   his   stitches   -   wounds   ,   yet   to   even   begin   to   close   ,   to   heal.    he   felt   far   too   good   !   to   even   care      -   excited   even   ,   the   footage   …   the   ideas   the   doctor   spoke   of   ,   filling   him   with..   exhilaration.   something   he’d   been   unable   to   feel   in   …   so   long.      as   thought,   he   was   finally   starting   to   live   –   the   life   he’d   been   fighting   to   keep  from  rotting   away   before  his  eyes.      his   body   has   been   as   useless   as   lungs   full   of   holes   –   salvatore   ,   had   stitched   them   up   ,   given   him   fresh   air   to   finally   breath.      secco   leans   into   the   embrace   –   body   still   shuddering   with   laughter   .      a   nurse   ,   a   nurse   …   yes   ,   what   a   good   idea   !   he   knew   his   way   around   a   hospital   …   some   of   the   ,   instruments   …  maybe  not  the  proper  uses ..      yes   ..   he   could   fit   in   nicely.   if   salvatore   just   wanted   him   to   hand   over   tools   –   to   film   ,   that   –   that   was   something   he   could   do..   

   “   i   can   -   i   could   do   that   –   if   –   if   you   tell   me   what   to   do...”      secco   nods   ,   imagining   it   now   ..      he   may   struggle   ,   keeping   a   camera   steady   the   first   time   ..      nerves   ,   and   excitement   –   causing   his   body   to   tremble   ,   but   he’d   try   ..   if   it   were   to   make   salvatore   happy..   yes   ..   he   wanted   too.      secco   twists   around   ,   squinting   in   the   dim   light.              “   b-but   you   -   we   ,   we’re   not   -   not   going   to   get   ..   found   out   ,   are   we   ?   “       people   ,   died   in   hospitals   …      he   could’ve   died   in   the   hospital.   but   he   didn’t   think   it   was   too    common   an   occurrence   ..  was  it ?   were   morgues  brimming  with  occupants  ? 

           ❝ you’re not skipping, are you. ❞ 

@multavia​ -- josuke 

@multavia​  (‘∀’●)♡

❛     you don’t need to fill the silence .     i’d rather you didn’t.    ❜    how long would koichi keep her waiting ⁇   her heart had been overwhelmed by a wonderful joy over the notion of lunch with her soulmate .   yukako hadn’t hesitated ,   all too eager to spend her time with him that she hadn’t completely listened to the boy’s invitation  ━━━━  so blinded with a rush of passion that his explanation of a group hangout hadn’t registered in her mind ,   lost within her version of reality .   upon seeing josuke at the cafe ,   all that fluster ,   all the happiness drained from her being ,   leaving a husk of a woman to greet him .   but ,   at the very least ,   she had better control of her unstable temper ,   knowing it would only push her koichi further away if she snapped .   it had been a bearable few minutes ,   before the boy had been taken from her again .   who was this rohan ⁇    why did he keep interfering in her love life .   if she so much as turned her back on koichi ,   that man would have him in his grasp .   but he would be back ,   wouldn’t he ⁇   she takes a long sip out of her straw .   she wasn’t leaving until he returned .  

@multavia​ starter for cioccolata

he  was  sick  –  he  was  sick  and  they  hadn’t  wanted  to  help  him.    they  were  going  to  let  him  rot  ,  suffer  without  the  treatment  he  begged  for.  they’d  shown  him  no  mercy.    they  were  liars,      surgery  was  what  he  needed  –  he  felt  so  much  better  now.        secco  came  to  ,  hospital  fluorescence’s  blinding  sensitive  eyes  ,  lingering  scent  of  antiseptic  invading  his  senses  –  the  pull  of  fresh  sutures  on  tender  flesh.  the  sensations  were  welcoming,  calming.    he’d  been  fixed  ,  that  sickness  plaguing  him  removed.  finally,  finally  shown  mercy  and  the  hands  of  that  kind  doctor  -    the  pain  ,  and  been  overshadowed  by  his  relief.    and  he  was  so  so  so  grateful.

vacating  the  room  -  medical  clipboard  ,  firmly  held  in  his  hands.  he  needed  to  find  that  doctor  ,  he  needed  to  thank  him  !    again  ,  now  that  he  was  fully  coherent.  to  remember  the  name  of  the  one  doctor  he  could  trust  -    the  one  person  who  believed  him  -  who  could  see.    he  was  smart  -  yes ,  yes  he  was   the  only  smart  one.   he  could  help  him  again  ,  if  -    no  ,  when  that  sickness  returned.  determination  carried  him  through  the  endless  halls  -  linoleum  cold  on  bare  feet.    meticulously  matching  the  name  on  the  document  ,  to  every  door  -  until  a  one  matched.    “  doctor  -  hello  ?  “    knocks  are  erratic  -  excitement  bubbling  within  himself.    “  hello  ?  are  you  in  there  ?  “

@multavia    /      diego .

❝   tell  me  something  dio,    have  you  ever  felt  suffocated.    bound  by  something  you  can  no  longer  escape  from.   ❞         onyx  eyes  remain  fixated  on  the  compass  in  hand.    she’d  embarked  in  this  cruel  fate,    knowing  it  was  either  redemption  or  demise.    could  such  a  path  really  be  worth  it  in  the  end ？   did  such  things  matter  anymore,    when  she’d  already  given  up  on  the  living.    then  why,     of  all  people,    did  she  look  for  comfort  in  a  man  such  as  dio ？    she  found  herself  respecting  his  opinions,    appreciating  his  sharp  words  and  forward  nature.    on  cold  nights  like  this,    perhaps  it  was  her  own  way  of  silencing  those  fickle  thoughts.   

multavia​:

     that… seemed like okuyasu’s attempt to diminishing josuke’s concern, but it was to no avail. if anything, his comment about ‘a little scrap’ caused an eyebrow to raise in question. just what the hell had he got himself into now? & to brush it off as if it was nothing…it made him wonder if there was more to it than the other was letting on.

     “—you do sound kinda zoned out.” he comments, adding emphasize to show that he did believe that part. as for the rest, it’d bother him to leave it at that. if there was something that was troubling okuyasu, then josuke wanted to be the first to find out.

     just as if to try to confirm his suspicious, he gets a little closer & pokes at the bruise that caused him to flinch. if it was really nothing, then it shouldn’t be that big of a deal, right? plus, he could always use the excuse of trying to heal him if it end up hurting much. “so, what exactly did i miss yesterday?”

    “Ow! Hey!”

Exclamation when the injury is poked, he flinches away from the tough. It’s fresh, still tender and the contact was enough to remind him of that. Oops..busted. Maybe it IS a bit worse than he’s trying to play off {of course Josuke of all people would see through him}, but Okuyasu considers himself a pretty tough guy. There’s no reason to be a bother. It’ll heal up eventually and until then he’ll just have to try and be careful not to do more damage. He carefully rubs the tender spot, but the question has his mood changing INSTANTLY, grin on his face, excited to share the story. {though it’s probably not as exciting as he thinks it is}.

     “Okay so, some were saying some rude shit, ya’ know?” He starts. {Leaving out the fact that it MIGHT’VE been directed at him and MAYBE he’d been in a rough mood to begin with}. They really thought they were tough too, but you know NO ONE’S a match for me.” he’s got a proud stance, fists up as if imitating the fight he’d gotten himself into, but his injury is bothering him so it doesn’t last too long.

   He puts his arm on Josuke’s shoulder, leaning casually. “It didn’t last too long, and I’ll give it to them, they were pretty tough, but I took them down no problem. But I gotta say, if you were there, it would’ve been way more fun.” What can he say? He’s gotten used to fighting with the other at his side.

   He’s leaving out a lot of details, including one of the main reasons he’s zoned out to begin with, but Okuyasu doesn’t see those as important. NO, the battle tale is what REALLY matters.

∣  ∣  ∣  ∣  ∣     @multavia​​​​       ╱      “ you see the good in everything. that’s why i like it when you look at me ”

she was no saint.   a fallen nun who couldn’t even believe in her own faith , and one who selfishly grasped onto the prospect of forgiveness.   so much so that she’d stained her hands with sin time , and time , and time again.   it was in the name of god , she’d pretend , but no , she had just been so desperate to obtain exemption that she accepted her task without batting an eye , because she would kill for that release , she’d claw her way out of the hole she’d dug herself even if it killed her.   she had no reason to class herself as a good person , not anymore.  

but diego says those words and she can’t stop her gaze from drawing to his.     ❝ oh? ❞     she whispers under a faint breath , studying the softer of his features that seemed to appear on nights like these.   the days were always so long and tiring , they had little time to converse about anything else but the race and their primary objective.   they planned and directed around one another , they kept watch for enemies and made tactical discussions together , but rarely they could find the time to speak this calmly , without the rush of the steel born run to disrupt them. 

❝ I disagree. ❞     lips press tightly in thought.      ❝ I’m just confident in my judgement.   I’m sure if I could see the good in everything , I wouldn’t be in this race. ❞     

she pauses , because the truth was often a hard pill to swallow.   instead of dwelling, she shoves down those thoughts , and instead directs her attention back to dio.   what did he see when she looked at him?   very rarely did her eyes stray from his , not when he was mad , or frustrated , not when scary monsters made it’s presence known , and not now either.   strange , though perhaps they both had the opportunity to see one another on a clear slate , without reputation or rumours to cloud their opinions.   within this race , there was only raw feelings and the desperation of one’s inner self and the determination of their desires.   

❝ watch me closely , diego. ❞     hands cup around his cheeks , drawing his gaze closer and closer , noses almost touching as she keeps her stare firm.     ❝ I see you , whether you want to see yourself as bad or good is irrelevant.   I won’t trust those who are villainous to lie next to me at night , or to recover something very important. ❞     

she can’t give him an answer that doesn’t come from the heart , none that are riddled by sweet words and not the truth that she believes is right.   she can’t see the good in everything , because she was blind to the many beauties and wonders of this world , and she had damned herself to walk a thorn riddled path.   but him , he was very different.   he wasn’t just something , he was diego brando.    

❝ you are not a bad person.   I trust that , so I will trust my eyes , and so should you. ❞     hot pants looked at him like that because while he was a man with many faults , he wasn’t something evil.   he was no monster.   he was simply him , and he was the person she had decided to put her trust him , and that spoke volumes enough. 

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℧ @multavia​ / josuke

once truth comes out, rohan abruptly accepts defeat after at least 20 minutes of utter denial. easily solvable with heaven’s door, tho--if josuke would let rohan use it

@multavia​ said: “how high are you?” / Josuke

crime related ask meme. accepting!

“  how high am i ?  ”  she repeats him, incredulous. they’ve only recently met and he’s already in her business, as if he’s her nosy older brother. and making wild such accusations... how does he know with just one look?

she puts her hands up in a mock-surrender, brandishing a shit-eating grin.  “ what are you, a cop?  ”

@multavia​ secco starter !

secco   knew   doctors   were   loaded   ,   but   -   it   wasn’t   something   that   he   had   considered   in   his   agreement   with   salvatore.    it   wasn’t   until   ,   he   had   arrived   at   the   mans   house   that   the   reality   set   in   ..    everything   ,   stark   ,   clean   white.    meticulous   perfection   ,      almost   ,   like   he   never   -   really   left   the   hospital   in   which   they   met.   the   first   few   days   ,   were   spent   tip   toeing   around   the   place   –   afraid   to   touch   anything   ,   worried   that   his   unsteady   hands   would   result   ..   in   some   ,   expense.   or   anger   –   from   the   other.      but   his   worries   ,   were   proved   moot   –   with   how   ,   welcoming   salvatore   had   been   ..   secco   felt   more   welcome   here   ..   more   welcome   ,      than   he’d   likely   felt   –   anywhere   else   before.   

the   first   few   mornings   ,   he’d   been   thrown   –   waking   up   ,   in   a   unfamiliar   place.   skittish.      but   he   was   beginning   to   settle   ..   learning   slowly   ,   the   things   he’d   need   to   know   to   help   salavtore   in   the   way   he   wanted.      how   to   turn   on   the   video   camera   ..   making   sure   it   was   charged   ,   the   red   light   meant   it   was   recording   ..   what   buttons   would   zoom   ,   and   retract   the   image.      training   his   hands   to   remain   steady   enough   –   was   the   biggest   issue   thus   far.   

the   man   had   made   himself   comfortable   on   the   floor   ;   beside   the   doctors   feet   ,   a   medical   journal   lay   open   –   pages   ,   filled   with   illustrations.   common   medical   instruments.      scalpel   ..      forceps   ..   hypod-   uh   ,   needle   ?      why   did   these   things   need   such   long   names   ?      and   why   were   there   so   many   types   of   scissors   !   was   one   not   enough   ?         it   was   an   ongoing   struggling   to   link   names   to   the   objects   in   question.            

tapping   the   doctors   leg   to   get   in   his   attention   ,   secco   points   to   the   page   -      “   i   –   i   –   don’t k-know    the   name   for   this   one   –   what’s   it   for   ?   “

                                                ˑ༄ؘ ۪۪۫۫   ♛ @multavia​  wrote ◞ ﹕   ✎

diego sniffs in the general of hot pants, getting closer & closer without a word. his hands unconsciously bending by the wrist & drawing them to his chest & when she's distracted by his antics, he takes the opportunity to steal one of her sandwiches for himself. a rather cocky grin appearing upon features. "did you think you could hide this from me?" diego / multavia

‘    𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐘𝐎𝐔  𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃,    you’d  know  it  wasn’t  my  intention  to  keep  it  from  you.    ’    hot  pants  responds  with  brows  furrowed  and  lips  pulled  into  a  tight  frown.    tensed  shoulders  drop,    and  had  she  been  the  type  too  she  may  have  sighed  loudly  or  rolled  dark  eyes  at  his  antics,    closer  to  scolding  him  for  grabbing  the  food  then  question  his  animalistic  approach.    she  was  getting  so  used  to  this  that  she  barely  bat  an  eye  over  it  anymore.    eyes  had  followed  him,    calculated,    scanning  his  every  action  and  waiting  with  bated  breath  to  see  what  he  was  up  to,    but  never  had  she  lost  composition.    it  was  rather  interesting  if  nothing  else,    to  see  how  his  behaviour  differed  from  the  average  man.

‘     fine.    but  don’t  make  it  a  habit.    ’     hot  pants  would  allow  it  this  once,    for  him  to  take  rations  before  her  intended  break.    more  annoyed  she’d  been  too  distracted  to  respond  to  his  thievery  at  the  time,    she  mentally  slaps  her  own  wrist.

‘     I  won’t  tolerate  theft  again.    ’    and  yet  there’s  humour  in  her  tone,    a  smile  gracing  pink  palleted  lips  as  a  soft  chuckle  finds  it’s  way  into  her  words.    she  needn’t  break  away  from  the  lack  of  distance  between  them,    and  instead  reaches  into  the  very  belongings  he’d  managed  to  get  handsy  with.     ‘    you  can  have  this  too.    I  may  as  well  restock  sooner  then  later  anyhow.    ’  

H O R R O R prompts. Accepting!  @multavia​ : “Well don’t you look lovely, all covered in blood.” From Diego

Valentine could only scoff at Diego’s remark. It was true that he had been badly injured but to think Diego would make such a marking remark. 

“You say that as if you feel like you’ve won, but you’re really underestimating me, Diego.”

Valentine knew very well that soon enough he wouldn’t be covered in blood any longer, as long as he could find a suitable place to pull out D4C then he’d be in a better condition in no time. 

@multavia​ starter for cioccolata

the   elite   base   to   tiziano   -   always   felt   cold.   uninviting,   all   sleek   surfaces   ,   a   sterilized   environment.   the   expense   that   went   into   base   and   its   air   professionalism,   was   impossible   to   overlook.   for   it   was   only   the   best   for   passiones   elite   squad   …         but   there   was   no   love   in   these   walls.   no   ,   friendly   comradeship.   so   unlike   ,   his   own   shared   lodging   in   venice   ,   where   warmth   and   love   were   plentiful.  

their   mysterious   boss   ,   had   no   short   of   enemies.   or   those   who   tested   their   loyalty   to   passione.      more   often   than   not   ,   they   were   busy   dispatching   these   aforementioned   traitors.   when   in   a   pair   ,   the   process   was   taken   care   of   quickly   ,   cleanly.      however   ,      their   partnership   wasn’t   always   necessary.   much   to   his   own   dismay.      squalos   clash   was   offensive   ,   more   than   capable   of   completing   simple   assassinations   on   his   own.      and   with   all   the   grandeur   ,   their   boss   didn’t   shy   away   from   boasting   ,   even   he   was   reluctant   to   pay   a   wage   deemed   unnecessary.   

tiziano   was   hardly   ,   obligated   to   remain   in   the   base.      but   the   man   would   rather   limit   the   time   spent   without   his   partner   ,   content   on   waiting   for   his   eventual   return.      well   ,   he   would   be.      if   he   were   alone   ,   and   not   sharing   the   space   with   one   of   the   few   who   could   alter   his   own   carefully   crafted   composure.      would   he   go   a   far   as   calling   the   man   vile   ?      he   certainly   didn’t   hold   any   compassion   in   his   heart   for   this   squad-mate.      this   only   partially   stemming   from   resentment   ,   monetary   favouritism   for   what   he’d   consider   subpar   work.            

“   i   wasn’t   aware   the   boss   had   an   assignment   for   you   ...   cioccolata.   “         tizianos   voice   remains   steady   –   pale   eyes   glancing   over   to   his   teammate   ,   from   where   he   remains   seated   on   leather   sofa.      “      or   are   you   here   for   some   other   reason   ?   “  

@multavia​

❛      here,      eat  if  you’re  hungry.      ❜     the  cow  had  not  gone  to  complete  waste.    the  meat  that  had  been  cooked  and  packed  away  is  thrown  towards  the  other  was  a  simply  flick  of  the  wrist.   a  leg  is  thrown  off  her  horse  as  she  falls  gracefully  to  the  ground,    hand  firmly  grasping  the  reins  before  taking  steps  to  join  him.