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Jonathan Joestar ([personal profile] standless) wrote2020-02-02 08:12 pm
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action, jan 30 | cw broken bones, murder, panic + trauma response

[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-01-31 12:42 am (UTC)(link)
[ It's been a week since people began returning to normal, longer since his encounter with Sparkling, that's left partially healed gashes across his chest. Now more than ever he feels like this meetup with Jonathan, this tiny slice of normality they've carved out for themselves, in spite of all the things that are constantly happening around them, it's something he needs. They set a time and a place, and, when it eventually rolls around; Abbacchio isn't there.

He's not far, in fairness. Maybe three, four blocks away.

When he'd left that evening, he knew something was wrong. He took care to eat extra this week, still recovering from the injuries— it's been easier, to maintain certain needs when Fugo is so meticulous about feeding — and yet, something is still off. It's like an itch that crawls up his spine.

A commotion outside a corner store draws his attention, and when he reaches the scene it's to see two men, one of them palming off something to the other, this one in a clean, neatly pressed uniform. Something flashes in him, something irate that lingers just under the surface most days and reaches its boiling point. He diverts his route, following after the police officer, and it's like something switches on, and he's engaged, activated. He's no longer pursuing a dirty cop, he's hunting prey, and he kicks off the ground to swoop at the officer, adrenaline flooding into his system as an instinctual, hungering desire overtaking every conscious thought.

Claws sink deep into the man's shoulder blades, bone gives in under his pressure — he lets out the start of a scream, silenced in an instant by a sharp snap, head left turned at an unnatural angle. Just as fast as he'd lunged, he takes off again to the air, pupils nothing more than narrow slits as he searches across the city's skyline for somewhere to take his prize.

The scent of blood reaches him, and it's overwhelming, intoxicating in how sweet it smells. But it quickly turns saccharine, roils his stomach to the point it becomes nauseating as the adrenaline begins to fade. It's happening again — it's happening again, and he doesn't know why, because he's been careful — he's been so careful to make sure that something like this doesn't happen, that he doesn't lose his sense of self, that he doesn't lose control.

When the high wears off, he's left with shaking hands, coated in cooling blood, and the dawning horror of realisation at the sight of the officer with dark brown hair and a broken neck, his face contorted and frozen in fear, blood pooling beneath him and staining his crisp white dress shirt a deep red. It's an image that is so hauntingly familiar, one that's etched into his very bones, one that he sees when he closes his eyes. It knocks all the air from his lungs.

Abbacchio doesn't move, hasn't realised that in his pursuit, it led him closer to the kitschy café he and Jonathan had chosen this time, he's only a street away, tucked into a dingy alley. He's not easy to overlook, imposing as his figure is, but the way he's on the floor and backed himself up against the wall, knees tight against his chest, his wings curled around him; he blends in with the surroundings. The only indication there's anyone in the alley are low broken breaths and the occasional quiet, choked sob. ]
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forgive meeee

[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-02-27 01:46 am (UTC)(link)
[ Abbacchio should have known better than to think he'd be left alone here, to hope beyond hope that the noise or the smell would draw out someone else's attention. He's in no position to try and fight against another monster, in no position to deal with a poor unsuspecting human that happened to be curious enough to follow the sound, thinking that perhaps someone was in need of aid.

So imagine his shock when it's Jonathan who rounds the corner, stands at the entrance of the alley and calls out towards him — he doesn't realise it's Abbacchio, it seems — and Abbacchio doesn't know whether to laugh or scream at the fact. Instead, he makes a choked gargle of a sound, sob caught in his throat as he tries, and fails, to pull himself together. He wipes at his cheeks, but all he really accomplishes is smearing blood across his scales. Painfully scratchy, his voice comes out as a barely audible whisper, a quiet damaged thing. ]


… Jonathan.

[ Wings shift, fold tighter around himself in a protective manner. He can't bare the thought of Jonathan seeing him like this, is already imagining how disappointed he'd be, disgusted. Abbacchio wouldn't blame him, would make no attempts to try and stop him if he turned his back on him and left him here. In fact, he should leave. This is Abbacchio's burden to bear. ]

You… should go.
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-03-02 12:48 am (UTC)(link)
[ Jonathan's voice causes him to wince. He's waiting for it, for the inevitable, but… it doesn't come. Instead, Jonathan sounds concerned for him, for his wellbeing? And, what's more, he's approaching him. Something snaps. Abbacchio bristles, wings loosening around his figure — not enough to unfurl and spread out, but enough that it's visible — he shifts his posture too, leaning forward and positioning himself so that he's blocking the body to his side. ]

Don't! [ Eyes flash green, his lip curls. ] Just don't.

[ Despite the long-since faded adrenalin, there's a part of his brain that is still active, still treating this like a hunt. Territorial urges slowly claw their way into his mind, to stand his ground and chase off any interlopers, but it's not anger on his features, it's fear. Fear that he could lose himself again. When the flickering flame in his eyes fades, he almost looks like he's pleading with Jonathan. ]
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-03-09 07:38 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't know.

[ Except, he does. he remembers following the man, remembers every instinct that pushed him forward. He just doesn't understand why. It shouldn't have happened, he's been so careful, he isn't even hungry. If he can't trust himself, can't trust his own ability to keep himself in check, to control impulses, then he's a danger. Slowly, cautiously, his wing folds in towards himself, revealing the body behind him. ]

This wasn't supposed to happen.
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-03-14 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Immediately, his expression shifts, something like shock settling on his features, because it was not the question he was prepared for. It doesn't ease the shame — he doesn't think anything will — but it doesn't make him feel shamed. There's a difference, maybe, a subtle one, but it's there. His jaw clenches, he can't bring himself to give a verbal answer. Instead, he dips his head forward in a nod, stiff, a silent plea for the aid. As much as this should be his and his alone, he doesn't think he has the mental strength to handle it alone — he could easily lift the body, move it off of the streets and leave it at the morgue or the soup kitchen — but the toll on his already frayed emotions would be severe. ]

… I'm sorry.

[ For being like this, for ruining their plans, for thinking the worst of Jonathan and snapping the way he did because of his own fear. That all goes unspoken, even if it's visible in Abbacchio's downcast eyes, the way he can't meet Jonathan's own. ]
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-03-24 05:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Jonathan has a kind heart, this is not a new realisation for Abbacchio to make, but it is one that strikes him rather suddenly in the moment. From their very first meeting, he's always been like this. Reluctantly, Abbacchio allows himself to be aided as he struggles up onto his feet. ]

You don't need to— [ his words trail off. Of course Jonathan doesn't need to, but he's not doing this because he needs to, is he? Instead, Abbacchio relents. ] … Thank you.

[ It's difficult, to put his trust in others, but Jonathan is one of the few who has more than earned it. ]
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-03-29 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
[ He allows Jonathan to guide him through the alleys, barely registers where it is they're going, mind much too pre-occupied. Conserving his energy sounds nice… he feels like he's somehow managed to wear himself out. ]

Is it… You're sure it's okay?

[ It's probably supposed to be a comfort, but it kind of makes him feel a little bad, that Jonathan has done this before. It comes with the territory, though, and he should know that by now, should be used to what has been reality for the past year. Though Jonathan doesn't mention her, Erina still crosses Abbacchio's mind. ]
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-04-08 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ As they walk, Abbacchio is all but silent, he steals glances at Jonathan now and then, tries his best to keep his eyes off of the corpse he's lugging with him. It's clear he's antsy, in the way he checks behind them intermittently to ensure no one else is around, and it's so stupid, because why would anyone think to follow two monsters with a very obvious dead human.

He barely realises they've reached the apartment building until Jonathan stops, and he doesn't quite hear what it is he said.

The loud shrieking noise of the metal ladder as it's pulled free makes his spine itch, has his ears flicking back and down as it clatters to the ground noisily. Once again, he's looking around to see if they've drawn attention. There's an awkward pause, during which he's unsure if Jonathan intends to ascend the ladder first, or if he's waiting for Abbacchio, but eventually he forces himself to move. ]
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[personal profile] riproduzione 2023-04-11 12:59 am (UTC)(link)
[ This, he says it with no ill-intent, and something turns in Abbacchio's stomach all the same. He is a man, had a life, maybe he wasn't a good person, but Abbacchio took that away. Hands grip the rungs on the ladder tightly, he can't stay here, he needs to start climbing, he needs to move. ]

… I'm sorry, for making you do this.

[ Before Jonathan has the chance to insist an apology is not needed, that Abbacchio isn't making him do anything, he begins climbing, turning his back on the corpse as much as he is inadvertently doing the same to Jonathan. ]