JojosVania: Moon Prismatica Power Make-Up

[starmark]

PRISMATICA OPEN POST

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[hierophany]

So how fucked up would it be for you if I stopped being a bastard for a few days? Between 1 and 10.

[starmark]

twelve

[hierophany]

THAT IS NOT BETWEEN ONE AND TEN.

[starmark]

so what

what happened to not being a bastard

[hierophany]

I didn't START yet.

I'm trying to gauge how bad an idea it would be.

[starmark]

i don't think it matters that much either way

you couldn't do it even if you tried

you like being a bastard too much

[hierophany]

You're expecting me to take that as a challenge, aren't you?

I wasn't planning on doing it through willpower and a desire to make everyone else's lives more pleasant.

[starmark]

uh
how were you going to do it then

[hierophany]

Magical cookie.

Which, I admit, sounds very much like a euphemism for some sort of drugs.

[starmark]

why are you eating magic cookies
where did you even get a magic cookie from

what the fuck

For adrian

[hierophany]

There’s an ice cream machine for sale on chromalist but I’d have to pick it up in person at a park at 2am on a moonless night.

Come with me to make sure I don’t get kidnapped and/or murdered and the house gets an ice cream machine.

We can see what happens if we put blood in it.

[reposing]

Do you at least have a photograph of this ice cream machine or are we just going in blind?

[hierophany]

[ attached: a photograph of a fancy ice cream machine. There’s a post it note attached to it with ‘7fff00’ written in frankly disastrous handwriting ]

I had them attach the note to prove it existed. So I know there is an ice cream machine. And it looks like a fancy one.

The seller just really, really wants it to be picked up at night under a specific tree in the park.

also for adrian

[starmark]

hey can you come outside
when you have a minute

the baby dislocated my shoulder i think

[reposing]

Oh dear

Yes yes one moment.

[And there he goes, with his vampiric speed, rushing outside like]

[starmark]

[And there, outside, stands the culprit and the victim: Jotaro, looking vaguely irritated while his arm dangles sort of uselessly at his side — and closer to the ground, their CRIMINAL SON, looking on with an unmistakably guilty expression while one of his favorite woven rope chew toys dangles from the vice grip of his dragon teeth.]

Hey.

[He raises his good hand in mock hello.]

I'd have fixed it myself, but there's no good wall to brace against out here. Think maybe you can pop it back in for me?

for jotaro

[reposing]

Would you like to see something special?

[starmark]

sure

i've got tons of pictures of you already but i can always use one more

[reposing]

Now I'm not sure if this will be disappointing or not, but here.

[starmark]

holy shit
where
how

where did you find this

[hierophany]

[ This is, for the record, still a waste of time. A pleasant waste of time, yes, but a waste of time nonetheless. It is very important that Jotaro not forget that lying on the water's surface and floating around doing nothing is a waste of a day off and that there are a thousand other things that he could be doing that are more pressing than using his boyfriend as a very muscular pool float.

But he's still doing that instead of any of those thousand other things, because for all that floating around on the waves doing nothing but being aware that his boyfriend is content might be the least productive activity possible it's still exactly what he most wants to be doing right now.

He's resting his head in his arms on Jotaro's chest when the previously cloudless sky starts to grow noticeably less cloudless, the rest of his body submerged. Occasionally kicking his legs to steer them both back when they drift too far away from the spot on the beach where they left their things. It's not really too worthy of concern. The clouds blew in so fast that they'll blow away equally quickly.

And then the sky flashes, and the storm is apparently so close that the rumble of thunder follows it a fraction of a second later. ]

-the fuck. [ He grumbles, shaking Jotaro. ] Let's head back to-

[ And then the rain starts. The rain starts a whole lot. ]

[starmark]

[All things considered, Jotaro's still kind of annoyed that Sanguises don't get to be bioluminescent. Not that he's complaining about his Moonblessing, of course; of all of the ones it could've been, he's pretty content with Sanguis, and not least of which because it's incredibly pleasant to have two Iris boyfriends who, at regular intervals, get needy and cute and desperate in a way that only he can satisfy, and if that's not an ego stroke, it's hard to say what is.

But still, it would be nice to be bioluminescent every once in a while.

He'll just have to make do with beach days like this, though, and that's fine. Swimming is relaxing, and doubly so when Kakyoin or Adrian paddle out to spend it with him. Dozing on the waves isn't quite the same experience as napping on the soft cushion of their bed, but it's easier to unwind when he's gently bobbing in the surf, even if he never quite manages to fall asleep proper while he's doing it.

Of course, then his reverie is broken by both the roll of thunder and Kakyoin's aggravation, and he opens up one eye just in time for a fat droplet of rain to splash directly onto it, with a hundred thousand of its friends hot on its heels pouring down from above.]

Fuck!

[He squeezes his eyes shut, scrubbing at them with one hand, which is a fruitless endeavor when it's already wet itself from the surrounding water.]

...The hell? The weather wasn't forecasting rain.

[hierophany]

Ugh, the clothes are going to get soaked.

[ The sound of every fat raindrop slapping against the surface of the water at once is almost enough to drown out his voice. It’s not like his hair was dry to start with, but the last few seconds have taken it from damp at the ends where it’s splashed into the water to plastered to his face. He pushes his hair to one side. ]

Either the weather was wrong or something something unforeseen atmospheric chroma event.

[starmark]

You weren't going to be dry after we got out of the water, anyway. Toweled off, maybe, but that's not the same thing as dry.

[He flips himself slightly, neatly shifting from floating on his back to treading water in a more upright position — which admittedly means he doesn't get the pleasant feeling of Kakyoin lazing on him any longer, but does at least free up his hands to reach over and help smooth back his boyfriend's hair from where it's gotten drenched.]

Yare yare. At this rate we ought to just stay in the water. Wet is wet. At least out here we get to swim.

[YOU ARE GOING TO GET STRUCK BY LIGHTNING]

[hierophany]

It's closer to dry than I'd be if the towel wasn't soaked through.

[ It's entirely predictable, the way his grumbling subsides for a moment while Jotaro strokes his hair out of his face. Just for a moment while he leans into Jotaro's hand before immediately beginning again. ]

You can't swim in the rain, Jotaro. You'll get wet. [ Obviously. He turns back toward shore, starting to paddle back. ] Ugh, maybe the stuff at the bottom of the pile will still be dry.