Dio Brando (
dioception) wrote2015-07-07 03:38 am
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[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.]
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"Goodnight, Jonathan", was Dio's only reply, the vampire glaring down at the ground bitterly. He dodge have it in him right now. If he'd have forced himself to fade, back when he had The World Over Heaven, he could have at least gone out deluding himself that Jonathan could truly love him. Instead, he had to be a coward.
With that thought, Dio stated making his way or of the room, headed for his own room. Might as well go where he belonged, right?
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All he ended up doing was breaking the heart of the man that kept him safe and free of most of his lonliness. Jonathan really wished he could just make himself what Dio wanted him to be for him, but in the end, Jonathan was just too much the type to devote his entire heart and soul to one without leaving room for another. As long as he stayed married to Erina, there would be no place for Dio, and Jonathan had no plans on giving up his ring any time soon, not when there was even a fraction of a chance that she could show up one day. This... was all a very big mess.
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"You want a name for what we are, Jonathan? Roommates. That's it right now." Dio was talking partially out if hurt, but also... that was the most correct, right? They just shared a home.
"I will always hope for you to change your mind, but I know you won't."
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"I'm sorry, Dio." Maybe one day. Maybe. He could make absolutely no guarentees, but maybe.... one day he could learn that his heart is big enough.
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He turned around to look at the other man from the doorway. "I love you, Jonathan."
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"I wish this could've been different."
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He closed his eyes, heaving a sigh and then finally leaving Jonathan's room, headed to lay in his coffin again, wishing desperately that he wasn't afraid to put the lid over it.