[It still feels significant to him. A new year, spread before him like an elaborate buffet, free for the harvesting. The night city is tense behind them, outside the walls of the Coven that still feel like an enemy fortress. But that's not the part of this that he chooses to hang onto. What matters right now is this: his year is beginning now. He will choose a clean slate. He can decide that for himself, because no one else can determine how he perceives the world around him.]
[There are only a few moments left before he and Fugo secure their Bond, but already Giorno feels as though he doesn't need one to know exactly how Fugo is feeling. He doesn't even have to look in Fugo's direction to feel the tension crackling off of him, sparking all over his skin and arcing between them. Maybe a better metaphor than he intends, considering how unruly Fugo's magic is right now, but then — it will be better soon.]
[It will be better soon.]
[He's content and calm when Fugo turns to look at him, wide eyes met with a soft expression and not quite a smile, something hovering gentle and only slightly nervous around the corners of his eyes. There's no hesitation before he reaches out to bridge the space between them, catching Fugo's hand in his and twining their fingers together.]
I'm ready. [He tilts his head, birdlike, eyes bright against the green and gold of his jacket.] Are you?
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[There are only a few moments left before he and Fugo secure their Bond, but already Giorno feels as though he doesn't need one to know exactly how Fugo is feeling. He doesn't even have to look in Fugo's direction to feel the tension crackling off of him, sparking all over his skin and arcing between them. Maybe a better metaphor than he intends, considering how unruly Fugo's magic is right now, but then — it will be better soon.]
[It will be better soon.]
[He's content and calm when Fugo turns to look at him, wide eyes met with a soft expression and not quite a smile, something hovering gentle and only slightly nervous around the corners of his eyes. There's no hesitation before he reaches out to bridge the space between them, catching Fugo's hand in his and twining their fingers together.]
I'm ready. [He tilts his head, birdlike, eyes bright against the green and gold of his jacket.] Are you?