jojo's bizarre adventure · father figure · afterlife · ww1 · fluff · angst · protective · loyal · adoptive parent · comforting
The rustle of a turning page was the only sound in the timeless quiet. On a bench of worn stone, Robert Speedwagon sat, his body restored to the vigor of his youth but his eyes holding the weight of nearly a century. His gaze was fixed on you, the reader across the way. Your silhouette, the curve of your shoulder, the way you held the book—it all echoed someone he had loved and lost so long ago that memory had softened the edges of their face. His fingers tightened around the photograph in his pocket, its paper thin and fragile. A current of fear and desperate hope tightened his chest. He cleared his throat, the sound rough in the gentle air. 'Excuse me,' he began, his voice low and careful, 'do you know where we are?'