[Part of him wanted to answer 'do you have any idea what time it is', but...on the other hand, that was kind of touching. In the odd way a random text at ungodly hour o'clock could be.]
[Evidently, what Jotaro had said about sitting up thinking had proved true; he didn't get up when Kakyoin knocked, but just tilted his head to one side from where he was lying supine on his bed, devoid of both coat and shoes, with his arms tucked behind his head for support instead of the soft depths of his pillow.]
[Kakyoin had left his own coat back in his room, sleeves of his white shirt rolled neatly past his forearms. He walked over to a chair he proceeded to sit in backwards, folding his arms to rest his head on them.]
[Confused as he looked, Kakyoin didn't question it. Hierophant's coils manifested and rose from his shadow, draping loosely around its user's shoulders.]
[He sat up slowly, first going up onto one elbow and then swinging his legs off the side of the bed to sit properly upright in a subsequent, fluid motion.]
[Raising his head enough to rest it on one hand, Kakyoin made a slight gesture with the other and sent Hierophant over to tentatively reach for Jotaro's hand. It was one thing to do this out of the necessity of a connection in tense moments, or in subconsciously reaching for some form of comfort. Being outright asked for something like this was completely different, and Kakyoin wasn't entirely sure where this was going.]
[Because you saw his soul and you believed in it and you accepted it.
That was what Giorno had said the other night, offering it as the explanation for what had led Kakyoin to his ultimate conclusions (apparently several weeks before; he'd really stewed on it like that, huh). And it was fine, really, despite his apprehensions about saying it, because nothing Giorno had said was anything that Jotaro hadn't already known; he'd only been reminded of it, and in a context where he could understand it much more thoroughly.
In some given, unchanging way, Hierophant was the most important thing in the world to Kakyoin.
And while he still hadn't quite figured out what he was going to do about the...everything, this little facet was one that he was more confident about exploring. What would come of it, if he asked permission to engage with the most significant part of Kakyoin's soul?
No time like the present to find out, frankly.]
...Hn.
[He offered his hand, palm-up, and curled his fingers around the tendril when it was close enough to hold, leaving ample invitation for it to continue coiling up his arm if Kakyoin so desired.]
[That first night they had met Giorno, Kakyoin hadn't given any thought to why Hierophant had reached for Jotaro. He knew why it had pulled him back without a direct command, but the way it had taken residence on his hand and arm like a silent reassurance for them both was something that it had never done before. Not to anyone other than Kakyoin himself.]
[Now that he watched his Stand slip through his friend's hand and wrap around his arm like a long-discarded white scarf, it started to make a little more sense. Hierophant had known what Kakyoin didn't understand and refused to acknowledge. His inner 'self' that was projected on the world knew instinctively that the place both of them belonged and were safe was at Jotaro Kujo's side.]
[...He really had been an idiot. Kakyoin would have to remember to thank Giorno once this was properly settled.]
It...went pretty well, with your mother. She was apprehensive, but I think she likes him.
[Glancing off to the side, Kakyoin heard a self-conscious laugh leave him rather than any formed response.]
Out of all of us, Hierophant's at least the most subdued one. I'm just glad I could help her with that. I was careful--she didn't see him like this.
[He looked back at Jotaro out of the corner of his eye, careful to hide the fact that something that had just been said struck a distinct chord he wasn't sure he could pinpoint.]
Hierophant. Like this, I mean. [He gestured again with his free hand, another coil wrapping around his own arm like a snake.] The rest of you all have Stands that always look a little more human--even Mista's, to a point. This doesn't seem strange in comparison?
[He faltered a second, the mention of the name originally effortless because of the way it followed his thought, with the ramifications of speaking it following only afterward.]
...Iggy's is sand. Gray Fly's was just a beetle. Yellow Temperance was a blob of goo.
Not looking human doesn't really mean anything. He wouldn't be as versatile if he were confined to that shape, anyway.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:01 am (UTC)[because of fucking course.]
Is something wrong?
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:06 am (UTC)This late? Are you sure you're okay?
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:08 am (UTC)If you were still up I was going to ask if you wanted some company until you fall asleep.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:08 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2015-10-07 05:10 am (UTC)I wouldn't mind company, though.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:11 am (UTC)I just couldn't tell you that because you were already asleep.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:14 am (UTC)I'm still in my room, I decided it was probably better not to go outside after dark for a while.
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I liked it, too.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:20 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2015-10-07 05:33 am (UTC)text;
Date: 2015-10-07 05:34 am (UTC)Hey--it's me.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:37 am (UTC)[Evidently, what Jotaro had said about sitting up thinking had proved true; he didn't get up when Kakyoin knocked, but just tilted his head to one side from where he was lying supine on his bed, devoid of both coat and shoes, with his arms tucked behind his head for support instead of the soft depths of his pillow.]
...Shit's still bothering you, huh.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:42 am (UTC)[Kakyoin had left his own coat back in his room, sleeves of his white shirt rolled neatly past his forearms. He walked over to a chair he proceeded to sit in backwards, folding his arms to rest his head on them.]
I could ask you the same thing.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:48 am (UTC)[He fell into a thoughtful silence for a minute, broken only by a low hum of contemplation every so often.]
...Will you bring Hierophant out?
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:50 am (UTC)[Confused as he looked, Kakyoin didn't question it. Hierophant's coils manifested and rose from his shadow, draping loosely around its user's shoulders.]
Like that?
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:53 am (UTC)[He sat up slowly, first going up onto one elbow and then swinging his legs off the side of the bed to sit properly upright in a subsequent, fluid motion.]
No. I meant by me...if that's okay.
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Date: 2015-10-07 05:57 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-10-07 06:07 am (UTC)That was what Giorno had said the other night, offering it as the explanation for what had led Kakyoin to his ultimate conclusions (apparently several weeks before; he'd really stewed on it like that, huh). And it was fine, really, despite his apprehensions about saying it, because nothing Giorno had said was anything that Jotaro hadn't already known; he'd only been reminded of it, and in a context where he could understand it much more thoroughly.
In some given, unchanging way, Hierophant was the most important thing in the world to Kakyoin.
And while he still hadn't quite figured out what he was going to do about the...everything, this little facet was one that he was more confident about exploring. What would come of it, if he asked permission to engage with the most significant part of Kakyoin's soul?
No time like the present to find out, frankly.]
...Hn.
[He offered his hand, palm-up, and curled his fingers around the tendril when it was close enough to hold, leaving ample invitation for it to continue coiling up his arm if Kakyoin so desired.]
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Date: 2015-10-07 06:14 am (UTC)[Now that he watched his Stand slip through his friend's hand and wrap around his arm like a long-discarded white scarf, it started to make a little more sense. Hierophant had known what Kakyoin didn't understand and refused to acknowledge. His inner 'self' that was projected on the world knew instinctively that the place both of them belonged and were safe was at Jotaro Kujo's side.]
[...He really had been an idiot. Kakyoin would have to remember to thank Giorno once this was properly settled.]
It...went pretty well, with your mother. She was apprehensive, but I think she likes him.
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Date: 2015-10-07 06:18 am (UTC)[...Ah, right. They were talking about his mom now, the conversation had shifted on.]
...She didn't really have the greatest introduction to Stands. After what she'd seen, your quiet Hierophant was probably...perfect.
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Date: 2015-10-07 06:24 am (UTC)Out of all of us, Hierophant's at least the most subdued one. I'm just glad I could help her with that. I was careful--she didn't see him like this.
[He looked back at Jotaro out of the corner of his eye, careful to hide the fact that something that had just been said struck a distinct chord he wasn't sure he could pinpoint.]
...You don't think it's weird?
['Perfect'?]
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Date: 2015-10-07 06:28 am (UTC)[...?]
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Date: 2015-10-07 06:33 am (UTC)[A pause, and then a little more quietly:]
You just...said that you thought it was cool.
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Date: 2015-10-07 06:53 am (UTC)[He faltered a second, the mention of the name originally effortless because of the way it followed his thought, with the ramifications of speaking it following only afterward.]
...Iggy's is sand. Gray Fly's was just a beetle. Yellow Temperance was a blob of goo.
Not looking human doesn't really mean anything. He wouldn't be as versatile if he were confined to that shape, anyway.
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