manuscripture: (✒ ɪ'ᴍ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴡᴇᴀʀ ᴇxᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴀɴɪᴍᴀʟs.)
ʀᴏʜᴀɴ ᴋɪsʜɪʙᴇ. ([personal profile] manuscripture) wrote 2016-08-23 12:48 am (UTC)

[ An answer more suitable than stroking his ego.

He wouldn't lie. He might be a snake, but he doesn't bother with lying. Putting up pretty words for other people in order to save them or make them feel better is fake. Fake. Fake. Fake.

Jotaro wanted to be with him instead of by himself. Rohan had done the opposite. He isolated himself in their bathroom, cleaned himself, and then drew until he passed out. He never spoke of it.

His lips part as the other man leans forward, anticipating a kiss--... Rerouted to bearing his weight in fleeting regret. His hands climb up his arm, wrapping around it and holding it close to his chest and pushing his cheek to Jotaro's shoulder. Pale yellowish light dies out and he closes his eyes. ]


Shhh... I know, I know... [ He repeats from before. ] I would fix this. I wish I could. [ Erase the experience. Save Jotaro from all of it. All Rohan can do is hold him tighter-- even closer, just by the arm. ]

I know...

[ There's a theme. ]

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