» Pannacotta Fugo — Purple Haze «
» 8+ years of RP exp.
» 18+ muse and mun
» JJBA verse only
» [N]SFW
» Ships w/ major chem
» Crack is okay, serious preferred
» Always willing to interact!
» WARNING - themes of past csa and ab/use, mun is a survivor.
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@NDhampyr Fugo made sure to stand close by so that his indigo colored cape stayed onto his shoulder as they walked.
“‘‘Tis what you always say, my liege...” Fugo said with a small scoff, before a smile. “I swear sometimes you have vampiric blood mixed into your royal bloodline.”
@NDhampyr in case he caught a chill from the night’s chilliness. “I beleive it’s time for you to go as well. Perhaps I could run you a bath, my liege? I hate for you to not be well rested for tommorow’s duties.”
@NDhampyr “Hm?” He looked up to the light, surprised to see it on. Surely, not one of the Kings would be up this late. At least he hoped so for Giorno’s sake.
“I don’t doubt Prince Donatello may be awake.” He spoke, before placing a hand on his cloak and holding it out for Giorno—
@NDhampyr The eyes are still creepy...but Fugo can stand if it means getting to witness Giorno being content. That’s all he wants and needs, the prince’s happiness.
“You’re right, she just spooked me, that’s all.” Fugo spoke with a sigh. “I haven’t quite adjusted to your love of bugs..”
@NDhampyr raging knights all the time. As a royal guard, you didn’t quite fit in anywhere but next to your sire’s side, and that showed when he sat in the barracks with the likes of Knight Guido and his men.
“Well they’re creepy!” He blurted out, before blushing. “Not scary or anything..”
@NDhampyr Fugo watched Giorno’s delicate yet strong hand touch fingers with his own, the moth perching on the peach colored skin instead of his pale white. It was fascinating. Perhaps it was something to do with the royal bloodline...or maybe it’s because he’s been around a bunch of loud—
@NDhampyr he gave a surprised sound, noticing a large moth had fluttered onto his hand, presumably to enjoy the lanterns glow. He wanted to swat it off, freaked out by the thing, but he knew what Giorno would want.
He held up the lantern with a little cringe, the moth still sitting on—
“My steed is a fiesty one. Because I am not a proper knight, I got the short end of the foals once all the Kings men got their picks.
His name is Purple Haze, but I just call him Haze. I named him that because his mouth is always stained purple, as he constantly steals the—
@NDhampyr you hear tales of sailors spending years at sea, but they still stay here. On Earth.” He purses his lips, overthinking a bit. “I wonder if someday we’ll be able to walk upon it as we do Earth..”
@NDhampyr Sigh. He wouldn’t expect any less from Giorno.
Still, he looks as Giorno points into the night sky, now catching a clearer view as he looks up at the planet.
“It just looks like another star.” He muttered, looking at all the stars among the planet. “It’s so strange..—
@NDhampyr He blushes a bit, covering his face. “I have no faith in /my/ steed. If it weren’t for Golden, Haze would surely be eating poison straight from the vile...”
@NDhampyr It was moments like these that made those thoughts creep in, the thoughts a guard should not have for the man he swore to protect with his life and nothing more.
“We should be getting you to bed, sire.” Fugo said, holding the lantern back up. “Surely you must be exhausted.”—