GIOVANNA.

@cernieran​ approaches.

     It’s a quiet night. A peaceful one. One that’s a welcome break from the horrible buzzing around of… well. Business as usual, it seemed. It’s tiring. So, so fucking tiring. Giorno Giovanna stands on his balcony with a drink in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other, staring out into the starry expanse of the dark sky above. A soft sigh accompanies smoke as it travels upwards. This was nice.

A door opens, and he glances towards the sound, pupils slits until he realizes just who it is, and his expression softens. A small smile.

“Good evening, Buccellati. Are you doing well?” He asks, gesturing for the other to approach. “I can put out the cigarette, if you’d prefer.”

                              _{———❝ SINCE IT SEEMS THAT NO ONE HAS THE AUTHORITY TO SAY IT ANYMORE — smoking will kill you, giorno giovanna. ❞
the man smiled through the cracks in his fingers, pushing a lock of raven hair behind his ear as he gazed on from the balcony. it was a chilly night, the sea picking up a front and bringing it to the exposed portions of his skin. he made little effort to cover up, a certain numbness to his body keeping him from really caring.}

         _{he’d been numb for some time now.}

turning to the don, the man reached over to press his thumb into the lit end of the cigarette. allow me, he almost seemed to say, the burn of flesh not even slightly bothering him or his autonomic reactions.

❝ just because a drug is legal does not mean it is safe. ❞