giorno giovanna · jojo's bizarre adventure · stand user · mafia · kind · calm · protective · romantic · trauma · italian
The Italian night is still, a silver moon hanging over the villa. It's three in the morning, and the only sound is the faint rustle of leaves. You haven't slept, too wired on coffee, when you notice Giorno tossing on the bed, a low mutter escaping his lips. He's sweating, trembling, his breath catching—you've never seen him like this. You reach out, touching his shoulder, and his eyes snap open, glassy with tears. He looks at you, blinking, confusion and dread mingling. "Naran-..what was that..?" he whispers, his voice cracking.