IC Inbox/ DIO's Diary

[dioception]

[It is easy enough to send a private message to DIO, but anything written here would be visible only to recipients and to those who hold his book in their hands.]
{I'll pretty this post up more in the future}

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Diary Entries

[dioception]

[The following posts are LOCKED, hidden from all but those who manage to hold his communication device in their hands.]

[text]

[totallysane]

I'm afraid I may have misunderstood something about our agreement, Dio. It came to my attention that you have been telling other vampires my blood is off limits.

Is there anything else I should know, before I make a fool of myself offering what isn't mine to give?

[ Dio can take the tone any way he likes, that's what text is for. ]

[text]

[dioception]

[Whether it is fortunate or unfortunate for Mikado is up to you to decide, as Dio takes this add incredibly uppity and passive-aggressive, but he refrains from commenting on it.

Between this and the way he spoke to him about Henry, he was certainly reforming his opinion on Mikado.]

The deal I have made with you remains the same as it ever was. You are free to do as you please. As it stands, I cannot change the deal without your approval.

However, this deal was made before other vampires 'arrived', and thus they were an unforeseeable situation. Had I known previously, it would have been a simple matter to also ask this of you, but instead it falls to me to make a new deal with each vampire for the sake of peace.

In the end, it is their responsibility, out of courtesy to me, to refuse your offers, and not your responsibility not to offer it, understand?

[Does he sound like a lawyer yet?]

Text

[mygame]

My, my.

What did you do to Lord Navarro?

I find myself curious about it.

Text

[dioception]

And why do you not ask him?

Is he stunned into silence?

[rewindfate]

To sir Brando,

Long have I deliberated on just how to talk to you, and while first I was convinced in my meeting of you in person, I was quickly warned otherwise as it appears that you can control the minds of others. My apologies in making this a letter instead of discussing this with you in person, but I feel that perhaps it is for the best.

You have hurt my friends terribly, sir Brando, and it is not something I can turn a blind eye to, and it is not something I will allow to happen again if I can stop it.

I implore that instead of cruelty, you give kindness. It is far easier to be cruel than kind, but there are only so many of us in this place, and should you keep amassing enemies by doing unsavory and deplorable acts, eventually this will end up only hurting you. I must stress that you do not chose the cowards way of cruelty. You have amazing powers and fearsome powers, I am told, and I believe it would be far wiser to use them to make friends rather than enemies. To right the wrongs you have caused, and mend the hurt you have inflicted upon others.

Thank you for your time.

Regards,
Lucina

[dioception]

[What the hell is he being forced to read here with his own eyes? You know, Lucina, he was thinking about it. He was trying to be 'good' for Jonathan, and maybe actually somewhat good for Sam, but he'd hate for her to take credit for it.]

First- Do not refer to me with that name. I am D I O.

Secondly- I can rule myself. I've no need for your suggestions. I am fully capable of governing myself. So you can piss off.

12/15

[rayofsunlight]

[sure he could do this in person, but Dio was asleep at the time he was worrying about it, so rather than wait for him to get up, Jonathan leaves him a message so that he'd come talk to him later about it.]

How do you know if someone's gone for good?

[dioception]

You don't.

[text, the 16th]

[totallysane]

Sam is feeling better now. He should be able to get out again, so if you want to see him, you could probably let him know that and you could meet up.

I'm not planning to keep you from seeing your friend, you know.

Sorry I freaked out a little, but I really care about him, and laudanum is a pretty scary thing to anyone from my time period. I didn't mean to yell at you so much when you were trying to help.

[Text]

[dioception]

I'm still sore with you. I suppose you expect me to thank you.

text

[sugoooi]

[ HAHA just kidding since when does Sam ever text you, Dio.

He's just going to show up at your house in the evening after resting for the day, dressed in a nice winter coat, scarf, and toque c: RESPONSIBLE SAM. And head straight to Dio's room!! ]

Dio...? You awake--?

Re: text

[dioception]

[God, if Sam ever texted him, Dio would tease him mercilessly about his spelling and punctuation. Though he'd tease him mercilessly regardless.

He was only just managing to wake for the night when Sam woke up, but he'd been in Jojo's room. Thankfully, his hearing was very sharp, so he ended up in the doorway to his room, arms over his chest.]

Sam? Should you BE here?

[totallysane]

You suck.

[dioception]

And I swallow.

[totallysane]

If you trust me enough for a meal sometime, call me. I'd be glad to let you restrain me in whatever way made you feel safe.

Really, I just want to be sure you understand why. It wasn't about you and me.

All that stuff you said to me about loyalty though, there's one loyalty I've always had above all others. And I heard from your own mouth what you did to him.

He's gone now. It would have been over either way. It's between you if he returns. But just once, even if it was too late, even if it couldn't save him from being hurt, I had to do something for the person who'd been my most precious person since I was a child.

I'm not sorry.

But if you're hungry, or you want something to hurt, you know where to find me.

[dioception]

You'd like that, wouldn't you? You'd just love it. You get to blow my fucking head off and then get to be tormented to your heart's content.

I'll go hungry, thanks.

[backdated to before fight club]

[justbloodlust]

Tachibana didn't want to address this publicly, but something should probably be said.

Tachibana isn't coming to your club to make trouble for you.

Tachibana just wants to fight, and no one wants to fight anywhere else.

No, it's more than that.

Tachibana is trying to move forward instead of looking back, even though that's a hard thing.

[dioception]

I understand.

I'm not going to make trouble for you, either. I will stay at a respectable distance and refrain from talking to you in person as well, if you prefer.

I too am attempting to move forward.

a gift, left at the door with Dio's name on it

[totallysane]

Someone has noticed Dio's lack of pockets. It's a serious problem sometimes! And he's finally decided how to deal with it.

In a small box Dio will find a a purse with a globe/map design. There's a tag attached to the strap with the words:

Saw this in a book and thought you might like one!
With Love,
Lunch

Inside the purse there's a bottle of silicone lubricant that should magically seem to never become empty, a couple of small vibrators, and a flask filled with blood.

[dioception]

What a good gift, what a good Lunch! He's never called him Lunch before, but maybe he prefers that over Thriller... Hm. Things to ponder.

For now, he's going to go through the purse and marvel at things(and take the little snack there).

text

[rayofsunlight]

Dio, are you available for a somewhat serious conversation?

Re: text

[dioception]

...I guess?

audio

[shockshot]

[She knows it hasn't been an easy week for him. Not how much, but with how things kind of went down with Kaine, and she was pretty sure she heard...angry shouting.

So because she doesn't want to disturb Jonathan with this she just...keeps it to a call.]

Dio?

Are you all right?

Re: audio

[dioception]

[It takes him a moment to respond. He could lie, and make sure she didn't worry, but he was trying to be better.]

No.

Not really.

WAR

[totallysane]

Today's attack is heart shaped bubbles. They've actually gotten inside the house somehow. When they pop, rather than just turning into a little drop of liquid, they'll actually emit sounds, or rather words.

"Someone loves you, Dio!"

"You're never alone!"

"You're worth caring about!"

"Don't forget someone cares about you!"

"Smile!"

The voice is, of course, Mikado's. But Mikado himself is nowhere to be seen, unless anyone actually wants to go poke around the street outside trying to find his hiding place.

It Starts

[dioception]

Oh god.

Okay, the heart bubbles were kind of nice, but once they start popping, Dio turns bright red and attempts to swat them away(which of course only pops more) while giving one of his characteristic "WWWWRRRYYYY!!!"s.

WAAAAAAAAAAAR

[totallysane]

That mirror with the lions on it? It's a nice mirror, right?

Today it's an extra nice mirror, in that it has the words "I am worthy of love" written on it, in red, with arrows pointing inward to indicate the person looking in the mirror.

There's also a single long-stemmed red rose stuck to one corner of it. Careful, there are thorns!

replies to all of these just because i can

[dioception]

Dio didn't look in the mirror often these days, especially since he felt he'd let his appearance slip somewhat, but the scent of the rose drew him to it today.

As he looked at the words, something about them just caused his chest to seize up, and if his heart had been pumping, it would have stopped cold, no doubt. This time, there isn't a big scene to come of it though, Dio simply taking the rose and going to sit on the couch to ponder some things.

Things like 'why was that so effective?' Dammit, Mikado.

[shot to the heart...]

[totallysane]

[ Today's actual physical gift is a tiny box with a set of peacock feather earrings in it. It arrives on Dio's bed at some point during the day - was it put there while he was asleep? who knows? - but resting under it is an envelope with a letter. ]

Dear Dio,

You wanted a novel or a speech from me, and I keep thinking about what it would say. The truth is, giving a public confession to another teenager that I have warm fuzzy feelings for is easier than doing the same to you, because those feelings are simple. What I feel for Masaki or what I feel for Sam, those are easy to make public because they're the same kind of feelings that any young man my age might have for a friend or classmate.

We aren't simple, you and I. We have never been simple, from the start. What I wanted to make a business deal was never just that, from the very first day we met when I became panicked that you would grow tired of me before you'd even pulled out. I was crying then. I was crying when I pulled the trigger, and crying when I decided to do it, and crying long before that when I decided to modify my body to make sure that I could remain useful to you, even if my body disappointed you or my inability to give you the total loyalty you wanted caused you to be sick of me.

We are not simple.

We will never be simple, however hard I try to come up with some way to define our relationship that would make any kind of sense.

I can't come up with some cute little soundbite about what I want from you. It's not dating. It's not a business deal. It's certainly not just being friends. It's all the things that I originally held back from you, the kisses and gentle touches and playful conversations that don't involve either sex or booze. It's everything I told myself I didn't need - not just from you, but from anyone - that it turns out I'm rather pathetically surviving without.

Those aren't the only things I want though. That's the trouble of it. You met the side of myself that I hide from other people a lot first. The side that desperately wants to be wrecked by you. I do, you know. I want you to take me apart, some days. I want marks from your teeth, your nails, and I want the heavy weight of you over my body, and I want your hands around my neck.

You asked me about your tentacles. You used them that first day. I remember. I don't know if you bother thinking about that day, or any day we were together since, but I do. I remember sitting there in your lap and having your fingers sink into my flesh, and then being squirmed into by those strange appendages.

In my fantasies, you use them on me everywhere. In my fantasies, you feed at my throat with your teeth while your fingers find purchase elsewhere. In my fantasies, they squirm into my cock, sometimes.

In my fantasies, you're not some nice person that doesn't have any urge to hurt anyone. Instead, you're the kind of person who takes that urge out on someone who likes it, who channels it into pleasure for a partner who also doesn't have to pretend to be a nice person. Between us, in my dreams, we create a safe space to be whatever we want, as terrible as we want, as broken as we want.

That's an inherently private thing. It's inherently intimate and not to be seen by others, that particular kind of safety. As much as I might be totally fine seeing you with other partners or you seeing me with other partners, or being fucked by you in alleyways or wherever we happen to be, when I dream about you taking me apart, letting me cry as much as I want and bleed as much as I want and scream for more even when I'm limp and exhausted and sore, that's always a private thought.

The problem is that I want to be all that I am with you, and you've never believed in anything else about me but that dark side. I'm trying to show you. I'm trying to tell you now, that I do also want other things from you. I want you to tear me apart and then kiss every wound, I want you to drink from me and fuck me and then pull me against your body and whisper that you appreciate me, everything I do, that I've been good and you've enjoyed me and that you're happy to be with me.

Is that too greedy, Dio? I don't ask you to love me. I don't ask you to attach your name to mine in some way, or put me first, or even let me choose what we do every time. I won't say I don't want anything from you, because that would be ridiculous. Of course someone who loves wants to be loved in return, but after what I've done and knowing your feelings for people far more worthy than myself, I never expect to hear those words from your lips.

Don't even speak those words to me in a lie, please.

But if you could keep using me any way you please, for my blood, for my body, and afford me such small mercies afterward that I myself foolishly refused before, that would be the best compromise I could think of for the place we are now.

All that aside, me aside, I meant every word I said to you about supporting you, and about being proud of you, and about wishing that you could have the love and attention of someone far more worthy than I who was considering it. I've never begrudged you Jonathan, and I certainly wouldn't begrudge you anyone else. That's not my place, that's not what we are.

In a war it's pretty stupid to use up all your ammunition in such an early skirmish, isn't it? Perhaps I should have waited longer before writing you this. I should have held back and sent you more presents, or actually gotten up the nerve to come to you directly with some romantic gesture. I'm not saying it's over. I'm not saying I'm giving up or you're going to get off this light. But I couldn't wait any longer to give you this, either.

And even now I'm thinking of a million things I wish I could say but don't have words for. I know there are a lot of differences in the worlds we come from, and we're really different people. But what you've given me, the only reason I could point to for "why I love you" - which you asked me, didn't you? - is that being with you makes me stop and think about a lot of things I take for granted, about myself and about the world. I don't know if I would have made it through this last year without you.

I hope you enjoy the earrings, if not this letter.

Love,

Mikado

-->Text

[dioception]

[Good god, what a wordy young man, Dio thought, though he was smiling a little as he sat in his sarcophagus and read the letter.

It was certainly lengthy, and brought up numerous good points. Dio found himself rereading it a couple of times, and nearly finding something new each time. It was strange enough though... reading him say that he wanted him to tear him apart but also kiss him back together.

And Dio also really appreciated it when he mentioned not wanting him to be someone who didn't want to hurt people. That was nice, being accepted as he is, for once. The only person in this whole damn settlement, it seemed. Even if he knew all of his worst parts. And he did. He knew the very worst of him.

He supposed that bred some manner of camaraderie.

Well, he didn't want to just show up on his doorstep(or in his bed) yet, instead deciding that he should at least send the kid a text in response to this gift and letter. He'd been managing not to say anything about the others so far, but really.... you can't ignore something like this.]

Thank you, Mikado.

I think I understand more now. Would you like to meet up sometime soon? You know how I am about the network versus meeting in person.







Also if we meet in person, I can wriggle my tentacles into you some more.

6/9; a gift

[shockshot]

[It's a very simple thing. A knock on the door, he may find it outside her door, or somewhere he may frequent. But there's an origami flower left for him. Written on one petal is his name, and on the other is simply 'thank you'.]

6/9; a gift in return

[dioception]

[You silly thing. It's your birthday. Dio appreciates the flower, though, and it goes into his room, and onto his bookshelf. It isn't often that he hears a 'thank you', nor often that he gets it written unless you are Mikado, it seems.

Anyway, she needs at least one gift in return, and it might not be a great one, but Dio snuck his way into her cottage, leaving her a flower headband on her bed(or whatever she used as a sleeping surface). On the inside, a small, ornate "D" was carefully carved with a fingernail.

She had mentioned she liked flowers, right? They were unfortunately not very colorful, made of small, rusted scrap metal, but he tried to give it some color variation.]

[gift!]

[totallysane]

[ Did you think it was over because he gave it a break for a little bit? Nope.

Today's gift is a collar with golden chains cascading down to create a sort of harness. It might look feminine, but Mikado is pretty sure Dio's buff bara tits will look nice with the chains separating them, and it's definitely sized to fit the vampire.

The note says: ]

For when you feel like showing off your body.

[dioception]

[Dio had thought that it was over, in all honesty. He thought that letter and the chat meant that it was over. Not that he was particularly upset about it, really, the collar was beautiful, and Dio loved it. He could keep getting gifts forever, really.

Dio took it along to his room, keeping it for sometime in the future. Perhaps he should ask Mikado for something nice to wrap around his waist to match it. Otherwise, he supposed he had his jeans.]

Journal/Note thing: THIS GOT A LITTLE YANDERE

[totallysane]

here so as not to take up whole pages.

Excerpts, obviously!

[squanderlust]

[there's a carefully penned note on Dio's door the night after he'd taken Severa home.]

Peace is something that every soldier cherishes whenever they can find it. Sometimes it doesn't mean the end of fighting. Sometimes all it takes is to be near another person. To see their face, to feel their touch. And even those who may not always fight for good deserve that.

I pray that you find even a scrap of the peace that Jonathan brought you.

S

[rewindfate]

Once before, you said if I had need of assistance you would be willing to help.

Does that offer still stand?

[dioception]

Yes, it does. What is it you require of me?

[Text | Something like 3 AM ]

[sleight_of_hand]

okay seriously

how do you have the cock of a horse and the personality of dried toast

[Text]

[dioception]

My cock is a substitute for personality.

[He'd honestly be more offended if Adachi didn't start with the big dick part.]

Though you clearly don't know me if you're thinking 'dried toast'. And here I was beginning to like you.