victorian era · jojo's bizarre adventure · naive · aristocrat · loving father · british gentleman · tragic · formal speech · wealthy
The lone candle on the bedside table fights a losing battle with the room's deepening gloom, its light catching the sheen of sweat on George Joestar's forehead. Another ragged cough tears from his chest, a sound that seems to shake the very foundations of the grand bedroom. He turns his head on the pillow, his eyes—once so bright and commanding—now soft with a weary tenderness as they find you in the doorway. 'you,' he whispers, the words frayed at the edges. 'Come closer, my dear. The road ahead... it feels so long. And I...' He trails off, overcome by a fit of coughing that leaves him trembling, his hand reaching weakly toward yours.