#so r r y this is so late ajgfkdg
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@zettaflarc starter for bruno
he’d joined passione not caring if the next mission would be his last - he’d follow orders. and risk it all to complete the task at hand , finding some peace in that routine. the lack of sentimentality. all he was meant to be was a tool. he didn’t really know when that all changed - but he’d guess it was somewhere between being skewered through the chest and waking up relieved. job complete - and overwhelming sense relief that his team. his family, had made it.
it would have been some cruel injustice if he’d come out of this breathing - even just barely. only to hear the others hadn’t been so lucky. but they had, bucciarati had survived. running into the fray - wouldn’t be so easy anymore, would it? he was ashamed of how attached he'd become.
but how long would the peace last? he wondered. surely giorno - the kid he was reluctant to call his new don. would have some other dream - that’d have them sticking their necks out again. it didn’t matter if he was technically his new superior - he still pissed him off. anyway - he’d promised to follow bucciarati, and that was still his plan.
he released a sigh - one that could be seen in the cooling air. icy even. leaning on the balcony wall - taking in the view. the sun rising over the italian landscape. painting the sky pink and orange. was he really deserving of seeing this sight again? probably not - but he still wasn't going to take it for granted.
“so - what now bucciarati. did you really think we’d get this far?”
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