《Saviour》Chapter 90
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Successfully slipping out of the office after throwing out some words to acknowledge what he was saying you let out a held in breath. You could feel the heat from your face still present leading you to grumble a few incoherent things.
Covering your mouth as a brief yawn tried to break through you moved slower than before down the hall, the lights were off letting you know that nobody else had entered the hallway and that visiting hours for the day were finished.
Thank god there would be no more visitors and hopefully it stayed that way for some time.
Finding yourself looping back to where you'd entered from the garden, your gaze trailed towards the blurry glass dual doors to the side, the lights were off inside the room but you could feel a presence tucked away within.
Moving to knock on the door you quickly noticed it was already opened and opted to slip inside, eyes scanning the darkened room before a small flicker of light scared you. The little glowing insect buzzed around your face before trailing ahead, the light attached to it's abdomen glowed softly.
Trailing behind it you found yourself heading towards the rooms balcony doors, eyes traveling past it to spot a lean figure leaning amongst the railing.
"How's the Don of passione doing this fine evening? Meet some interesting people?" Keeping your voice soft as to not accidentally scare him a hum merely left the blond. His head turned back peering over his shoulder at where you approached occupying the railing beside him.
"You could say that." Musing that out and returning his attention back towards the scenery you copied the action releasing a quiet hum. "When running something like this one's bound to meet some rather interesting people."
Giving a nod to what he's said you took out the last flower crown, the bright yellow petals making up each flower contrasted against the darkening scenery while you held it up softly. "Here, I made one of these for everyone, but I saved the best for last."
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Leaning on the railing a tad he observed your expression. The soft smile set out across your face told him that your words were genuine and he couldn't help but return the expression with his own more subtle one.
Turning in place and lightly taking the woven craft from your grasp he twisted it around, eyes lingering over each flower before a subtle glow overtook the item.
Curious as to what he was doing your eyes trailed over pieces of the crown that sprouted new flowers, the colour of which were (F/C), blooming quickly until they were at their peak.
A satisfied hum left the blond as he leaned out softly resting the large ring on top of your head, using his hands afterwards to move any out of place hairs around, "Saved the best for last right." His words were more of a statement than question and his attention right away shifted back upfront past the railing. He didn't need to be looking your way to see the blush quickly spreading across your expression, no words left you and in response you just leaned along the railing hoping that the cold breeze could cool down your face.
Since when did everyone become so smooth.
The both of you were quiet for quite some time, simply just observing the scenery and enjoying one another's presence before the firefly from before drifted over. It's appearance reminding the blonde of something, "Oh, before I forget someone left something for you."
Raising a brow and turning your head you eyed the blond watching him hold out a hand towards the small insect, the bug itself melting and reshaping into an envelope. "I didn't open it since it was addressed to you and the woman delivering it seemed adamant about it." Holding the item out to you, you gingerly took it flipping it in your hands till your eyes fell upon a familiar wax seal.
Letting out a brief groan in annoyance you fully contemplated just ripping it apart and throwing it over the balcony. But that would be littering and you didn't want to appear bothered by something such as a mere letter.
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Even if you did toss all the others.
Sensing your displeasure upon seeing the seal he merely waited, watching you aggressively pry it open. Eyes quickly moving from side to side along the paper before narrowing. Now he wasn't too certain on what your family situation was nor what the letters contents was but he could straight away tell you wanted to burn the paper as quickly as possible.
"You said that a women gave this to you right?" Moving your gaze away from the paper and locking them with turquoise ones a nod was given.
The blond right away answering your unspoken question, "It wasn't anyone from the (L/N) family if that's what you wanted to know. Nobody with that last name apart from yourself has entered this manor." Seeing your shoulder lax upon hearing what he's said you crumpled the letter shoving it into the basket by your side.
"That's good then. I wouldn't want to subject you to meeting them." Breathing that out and moving your gaze back over the railing neither of you spoke. Your mood was quickly ruined by the contents of the letter merely sputtering out excuses and false confessions for having been moved to a higher rank.
You could see right through the overly neat cursive and 'Love and miss you lots' scrawled along the bottom of the page.
Giorno as well could feel the negative aura quickly gathering around you and as much as he wanted to ask what the letter was about he felt like now wouldn't be the best time. Perhaps once everything finally settles down with Passione and the team could spend some time with one another.
"Do you ever just, wish you could re-do things? Like perhaps change something in the past?" His eyes quickly moved back to where you stood, scanning the side of your face as you spoke. The question came out of nowhere.
Leaning onto the railing and holding his chin in thought he pondered over how exactly to answer the question. Sure there were a lot of things that he would want to change about his past, but also each thing led to where he was now.
"Sometimes." Beginning with that he tapped his other hand along the stone railing, lips pulled together into a line. "But then I remind myself that I wouldn't be where I am today if I changed anything from my past. I wouldn't have been able to reach my goal or join the team."
"And I certainly wouldn't have been able to meet you."
Pursing your lips together in response to his words you nodded softly, you didn't disagree with anything he said because he had very good points.
"I guess you got me there, I mean if changing my past meant not meeting you then I don't think I'd want to change it." Crossing your arms and resting them on the railing in a comforting manner you rested your cheek on them turning your head towards the blond, "Even if the first time I met you, was outside a gas station via a cat, I wouldn't want to change it for the world."
Growing a sincere smile you held in a yawn, "Though I do think your pink suit suits you better than the black one. . .maybe even a blue one." Murmuring that out your eyes lingered over the blond's face taking in how the minimal light provided by the moon illuminated the angles of it just perfectly. "You should also leave your hair out of it's braid more often. Though it does look good either way."
Knowing that the complement slipping out was most likely due to your quickly growing tired state he couldn't help but just hum in response moving a hand to softly pat the top of your head.
"I'll style it however you'd like then."
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I am not going to lie to you all- but originally I was planning for a sequel for this story, however that idea went out the window quickly since I get distracted easily and just ended up starting a whole new jojo book.
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