open catch-all + closed prompts for August

[fulgency]

Who: Ozymandias + You (plus some closed prompts)
When: August (will be adding more prompts as time goes on!)
Where: Around!
What: Leaving the Coven after a month-long illness, Lunasa, & likely more; hmu if you would like a closed starter or a different prompt
Warnings: None so far, but will update as needed!

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[digiorno]

[Instinct says to reject this. To distrust it, to push it away until Ozymandias gets sick of him and leaves. He can tell the moment is close: the look on his face, the tension in his jaw, the aversion of his gaze. Annoyance, distaste, irritation. Feelings which, no matter how long it's been, are familiar to receive.]

[Beyond that, he doesn't want to want more. He wanted more, he got it, and now it's gone. Why search for it again? From anyone, let alone a group of people like his father, a group that he's now forced to be a part of? By his understanding, his father made a choice. He never did. And he's supposed to take some sort of kinship despite all of that?]

[He lets out a sharp breath through his nose.]

I don't trust anyone here. [And that's the truth.] Whether I want to be alone or not is immaterial.

[fulgency]

[Ozymandias doesn't doubt Giorno's words when he says he extends not a single iota of trust to those around him. With as prickly as his demeanor so often is, there are only so many explanations for it. Sometimes it is a matter of personality as there are truly unpleasant people in any world, but with the way he speaks of others? No, it's survival for Giorno. Every action is a matter of survival.]

[Ozymandias' gaze softens, but he does not look at this child before him with pity. It is a sad thing to see so much mistrust even if he's well beyond the age of blind trust in others, but Ozymandias does not pity. That mistrust does not fester as deeply as it does without reason, but Ozymandias does not pry.]

[He doesn't believe Giorno would tell him the truth if he were to ask or demand it of him anyway.]

Just as a plant might wilt and die without the sun and rains, or too much of one or the other, people diminish into lesser versions of themselves. [In some small way, Ozymandias is grateful that looming exhaustion caused him to hold his tongue. While it's undeniable that this world has made him into a vampire...] People are not meant to be alone, Giorno.

[...He is a child first. One that does not act as one because of whatever wounds he might carry about with him, who would likely take offense at the very notion of being called a child, but a child nonetheless.]

I am not suggesting that you ought to put blind faith into anyone. You and I both know that would be a folly of another kind, [he says with a slight shake of his head.] But I would have you grow into the man with the courage and strength you are meant to possess and not allow isolation or these circumstances to take from you what is yours.

[The extent or limit to what Giorno could be is unknown to Ozymandias. He recognizes that it could fall incredibly short of the ideal. Old wounds have that power from time to time, unfortunately, and it may be the case here. But he would so much rather that Giorno be even one step closer or to have at least attempted to take that step than to not have tried at all.]

Building something for yourself, even if it is a small thing and you find yourself ultimately unattached to it, is better than the alternative. That is what I am advising.

Nothing more, nothing less.