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jojos 1-6 — character aesthetics ;
jonathan joestar is …
gentle kisses before drifting to sleep. the scent of rosewater, spice, and english lavender. freshly-baked pastries and exotic tea in the gardens. neatly combed hair, and a single strand that refuses to be tamed. bear hugs and peppered kisses. the smell of freshly-pressed shirts. dried ink and fresh parchment. poetic confessions. slow dances, overwhelmed with love. candle-lit dinners. piggyback rides and the taste of cotton-candy. soft smiles and longing glances. overwhelmed by memories, crying at midnight.
joseph joestar is …
the thrill of adventure. the scent of peppermint, citrus, and sandalwood. an inextinguishable fire in his eyes. observant glances, hidden behind a sunshine smile. soft socks, warm feet. being friends with everyone. boisterous laughter that fills the room. drunken confessions and accidental kisses. hugs from behind. love at first sight. fast dancing, with dips and twirls. flirty winks, wandering touches. gentle gasps, and the rustling of sheets. stomach filled with butterflies. staying awake for too long. forgetting to say ‘i love you’. lost friends, and the nightmares that follow. bitter loneliness and alcohol.
jotaro kujo is …
black coffee hiding a single tablespoon of crystal sugar. the anchoring scent of sea water, nicotine, and petrichor. moonlight against ocean, sand beneath foot. seafoam and seashells. late nights with dog-eared pages and ambient music. warm turtlenecks by the fireplace. kisses with a hint of saltwater. paranoia and danger and sacrifice. mournful gazes set upon the night sky. neck kisses and coffee dates. chaos and beauty and everything in between. heartbreak and castle walls. broken promises, unsent letters. memento moris. the responsibility of great power.
josuke higashikata is …
warm arms wrapped around your waist. sweet goodbye kisses, pressed against your forehead, and lovely hello kisses, pressed against your lips. the scent of hairspray, fresh laundry, and a hint of cologne. soft hair, tousled and undone by the wind, and the accompanying click of tongue against teeth. jeans, torn at the knee. half-empty bottles of hair gel. midday naps, staying up late. fingers smashing the controller buttons. nuzzling into your neck and whispering gibberish. hurried handwriting, passing notes in class. paper airplanes, lighters, and midnight walks. carefree smiles, subtle sadness.
giorno giovanna is …
sunlight hidden behind clouds. the scent of fresh bouquets, old books, and dark chocolate. rich soils, fresh fauna, and a hidden waterfall. morning-born birdsong and the rustling of leaves. soft grass underneath fingertips. boyish charms and a voice like liquid gold. hawk-like eyes, knowing smiles. the scent of bakeries and bookstores. the welcome of a home-cooked meal. nature walks, wooden cabins away from sight. flowers pressed between pages, preserved. bullet journals and sticky notes. righteous heart, disingenuous smiles. old scars, heart of gold behind bars. being scared of opening up.
jolyne kujo is …
pink cheeks and a starry gaze, full of dreams and desires. the scent of soap, lipstick, and fresh vanilla. bruised knuckles and scraped knees, hidden behind cute band aids. vanilla ice cream topped with sprinkles. brightly-colored contacts, and fresh hair dyes. leather skirts, fishnets, and combat boots, slightly frayed at the sole. neon eyeliner and oversized sweatshirts. dancing the night away. lost hair ties, later found on her wrist. smeared lipstick and blood. hopeful gazes set upon the ocean. old picture frames, torn pictures. longing and never receiving.