ninety-nine balloons (part 4 x fem!reader)

27| I Would Hold You

Hhnngngh..... Tonio,,....,.

Watching someone actively add this to their folder called "discontinued...?" Activated my sleeper agent response to update this first as I come back from finals. To you, dear reader, YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. 

anyway... Tonio, everyone. 

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Disgusting slurping of oils and fats echoing in this scented chamber would likely have driven your overtly sensitive ears mad if it weren't you doing it. Your sharp nails, decorated with arrays of meats and fruits like kebabs; your cheeks were slathered in rich sauce. It was no buffet laid before you, but the only a decent meal you've had in however long that you ripped apart.

Tonio observed you from the chair opposite with the most morbid curiosity. A single candlestick was sat between you— turning on the restaurant lights might reveal you're here, you worriedly told him, so the old fashioned way had to do. 

He hadn't minded, it had felt like some romantic dinner he was robbed of by Okuyasu, who snatched you up before Tonio could have his moment. Karma seemed to have caught him up, however, and his reward for his patience was now sat opposite him, ripping open a rack of ribs like a cold one.

His heard quirked to the side, as he memorized how you ravished each bone of meat, attacking it vicariously, with such devotion—yet were so conscious and agile, not once cracking your teeth against the bones, actively sucking around the fat to get every bit of juice. It made him dizzy.

It's not like he doesn't have a clue what's happened. Obviously, you are not the same. Your beautiful eyes are a pungent red now, and your youthful fingers seemed to mimic those of a crypt keepers. Even your ears, a part for perhaps which he adored for no simple reason, now pointed, other-worldly. 

When he hugged you, your body was a reeling cold. He didn't feel anything in your chest beat against his, and he realized the sigh of relief you took, was theatrics. You haven't breathed once since coming here.

"What has," he presses his lips into a thin line, breaking himself from his fantasies, and conerns. "What has happened to you?"

You take pause on your ravishing to acknowledge him with a weird glance. "Hm?"

"I understand, you're different, but... where have you been this whole time?"

You hesitate to tell him about Hazamada, who stood against Jotaro for you to let you escape, or the days in the woods because if you have to go back there you don't want to give them a hint on where to look... but you won't hold back one thing. 

"Rohan-" you nearly choke, if not out of ability then out of habit, on a chunk of meat when you clear your throat. "—kidnapped me, after some days. I've been in a boarded off room of his house."

Tonio's breath catches in his chest, and he raises his head from where it rested on his folded hands. "Pardon?"

"He refused to let me out, tortured me, even. Fed me— rabbit-" you look down at the nearly cleared plate and suddenly feel sick. "I was starving."

For a moment, Tonio can't decide what to say, the silence says it all. You can hear the different possible responses get canceled out in his head as he decides, while you fight your own repulsion at the memory of each rabbit you had to choke down.

"Well... I could certainly tell!" He finally says with a joking laugh. "Would you like another plate?"

"Yes, please." You say. 

"Anything for you, hold tight."

Tonio disappears from the candles light, but like a heat sensor you can follow his trail as he maneuvers around the obstacles to the kitchen, and suddenly his face appears beneath the stove light. "Could you tell me more?"