#𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙋𝙊𝙒𝙀𝙍 𝘽𝙀𝙃𝙄𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙑𝙊𝙄𝘾𝙀: drabble

[stardstschlar]

Dio was flying through the air with the steamroller at his mercy. A maniacal look upon the vampires features had told Jotaro that this may be his very last moment to live and that he may actually very well die from this. Rage burned through his veins as his motivation to keep fighting fueled every ounce of it, fists curled and ready, Star flexing before him as the machine came closer...and closer....and closer --

With a cry the Joestar shot straight up, woken himself out of his sleep. Trembles rolled throughout his form, sweat covering every inch of his frame as heavy pants of breath left his parted lips. That was one of the nightmares that played on repeat for the ravenette, a constant repeat of the past that continued to haunt him even as he was going through the steps of receiving the help he needed. His therapist had told him what to do when moments like this happened, when the dreams were much too real and had freaked him out to the point of nearly having a panic attack.

Deep breath in....

Exhale said breath.

Count to ten in English, count to 1 in another language -Italian, no. French, maybe. It didn't matter as that's what he started to do in order to calm his breathing. his nerves were lit beneath his skin hands trembled as one raised to stroke dark hair back from his face. His focus now had been on the darkness of the room he was in.

Shit.

Once his heart stopped trying to break out of his chest, the Joestar had shifted to slip out of bed, pushing aside the blanket before standing. He need to smoke. The memories of the night now playing over and over in his head, the nightmare still quite visible in his mind. Jotaro didn't think he'd ever been so freaked out but that night had proven otherwise. Though it was never shown as he did everything to ensure that Dio couldn't pick up on it.

Unfortunately, the damned bastard had picked up on something.

Grabbing up the lone packet of cigarettes from the nightstand, lighter next to it was also grabbed up. Glancing back the raven haired stand user carefully slipped out on to the balcony of his apartment, the night air easily cooling his heated skin the moment he'd stepped out. Teals looked up to the dark, star lit sky above him. His thoughts were chaotic - all over the place with the memories running on repeat.

Damn, he really needed to do something else to rid him of these thoughts. Taking a breath Jotaro pulled a stick from the pack and brought it to his lips, his lighter was next lighting the cancerous thing afire. Inhaling the smoke he pulled the stick from his lips to exhale, a low hum leaving him. While the progress had been slow there had been notable progress in the improvement of his health.

Slow progress was better than nothing, he supposed. Closing his eyes the Joestar pushed back the memories of his fight and fought to look for something calmer, more welcoming than what was playing out.

His mother's smiling face. Knowing she was alive because of himself and the others - that was a comfort in and of itself. Knowing that Holly was currently at home, resting peacefully in bed without death looming over her, without the fear of being taken from this world so soon....

That was truly something that had now brought a comfort to the man.

That was what Jotaro had decided to focus on, instead of the bad....

[stardstschlar]

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭

Below is a sneak peek of what I'm going to be posting come tomorrow.

Stands.

A stand was a physical manifestation of one’s soul - at least that’s what his grandfather; Joseph Joestar, had told him. At the time the raven haired teen hadn’t believed those words, not from the old man himself but from the mysterious man that had bothered to befriend the elder Joestar: Muhammad Avdol. Even with his explanation things had seemed so farfetched in Jotaro’s mind that it was just so difficult to wrap his head around in the moment. He’d referred to his stand as an ‘evil spirit’ uncertain of what would happen to those around him the young Joestar had placed himself in jail after nearly killing a few people. Had he not stopped in time then…there was no way to think that he would get out of the repercussions.

The more things had been explained the more Jotaro had begun to understand just what they would be dealing with, even if it still sounded like an entire bullshit situation. But then that thought had been quickly removed from his mind the moment he saw his mother laying upon the ground, shivering and panting for breath as a sickness took over her.

He’d remembered that day so clearly, including the fear that gripped his heart at the thought of losing Holly. Hence the 50 day trip across the desert to find one freaky vampire who wreaked havoc on the Joestar bloodline for a hundred years.