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🪐 — giovanni di carlo / tags.
🪐 — CRASH TOY.
‘ YOU GOT THIS FOR ME? ’ taking the helmet into her hands the derby queen can’t help but express her gratitude by widening the smile pulling on her cheeks. with a slight rocking motion she hugs it further into her chest ‘ THIS IS SO COOL, thank you, no ones ever gotten me a gift like this before. ’ in the wasteland the general rule was to keep your possessions to a minimum, that way in case of emergency, packing takes little to no time and makes an easy escape. she slips the helmet on with ease and takes a few seconds to adjust her hair in and around it before offering the other a thumbs up. ‘ HOW’S IT LOOK? ’
SHE LOOKS BEAUTIFUL WHEN SHE SMILES in a way that most things no longer did. out in the wasteland, lovely sights were few & far between, & gio can’t help but soak in her sunlight as she pulls the neon helmet down over her hair. he just wants to see her safe. protected, at least as much as any of them can be. it won’t do much good if the goons from bat city come out to the wastelands to play, but at least it might shield her skull from the worst of the impact while she’s crashing into things down at the derby. ❝ it’s perfect, ❞ he says, his knuckles rapping gently on the top of the plastic dome to illustrate its efficacy. ❝ it’s solid, at any rate. oughta help at least a little bit. ❞ her smile is mirrored on his face, giovanni just grateful to be of help. crash toy is living proof that even in the midst of nothingness, brief moments of joy could yet be found. ❝ we wanna keep that pretty head of yours in one piece. ❞
🪐 — @synchronzed sent a long-lost meme for giovanni ! ❛ i wish people liked me more . ❜
❝ PEOPLE ARE IDIOTS. ❞ he says it with a shrug, like it’s obvious, like it goes without saying. ❝ you can’t let yourself care about whether these high school losers like you or not, man. they’ve all got terrible taste. shit music, shit friends, shit opinions. if they don’t like you, you should take it as a compliment. ❞ giovanni has never really much cared what other people thought of him. but then, he wasn’t exactly the kind of person that would be clocked as an easy target. jason was different — smaller, softer, stranger. giovanni knew too well how people who craved a bit power would use all the things that made him stand out against him, would make his life a living hell & smile about it. but that wouldn’t be happening to him anymore; not so long as gio was around. gio tilts his head back, letting it fall against the wall of his van, a gentle smile splitting the narrow section of his face that is visible through the curtain of wild curls. at least in here, jason doesn’t have to worry about that kind of shit. at least in here, gio knows he’s safe. & his tone softens consciously as he looks at the other boy, a cloud of smoke hanging thick in the air between them. ❝ besides, i like you. ❞
🪐 — CHRISTINE DAAÉ for giovanni !
❝ ────── you don’t have to do that. ❞ her voice is faint and featherlight, fingers grasping at his sleeve. it would be better if she had said she didn’t want him to do that ― didn’t want to him to flee and leave her hands empty… but those words thicken and catch and spread like fear ― and her lips quick to seal… her hand, however, said what she could not, clutching at his sleeve with firm but trembling fingers…
IT’S NOT ABOUT REASON. no, the way giovanni reacts when he overhears a filthy comment from complete strangers as they pass by christine is entirely emotional. he’s on his feet before he even thinks about it, his hearing muffled beneath the rush of blood in his ears. but one thing does cut through, a gentle but insistent tug at his wrist that keeps him tethered to her side. & when he looks down into her wide pleading eyes, the rage slowly begins to dissipate. though the protective instinct still remains, his other arm looping around her shoulder & tucking her close to his side. ❝ do you just want to get out of here ? ❞
🪐 — CHRISTINE DAAÉ for giovanni !
he relents and she sighs in relief ──────happily drawn into his side with a smile, melting into his side like butter on a warm pancake, burying a nod into his shirt alongside a soft-spoken yes. arms wrap about his waist, fingers slipping between cotton and jeans to graze golden skin, the warmth a comfort she could not help but indulge in as she speaks softly, a breath above a whisper. ❝ ────── maybe just a bit of fresh air? we don’t have to go too far. ❞
THERE’S STILL ANGER that simmers beneath the surface, giovanni’s gaze easily clearing her head of ringlets to cast a dark glare at the man who had offered such despicable commentary. he wants to memorize the bastard’s face, just in case he ever runs into him somewhere without christine there to hold him back. but he cannot stay in the rage for long, not with her fingertips slipping cleverly beneath the hem of his worn t-shirt to brush over his skin. her touch is minuscule & gentle, & yet it commands his full attention, the force of such a small point of contact enough to toppling him, if he’d let it. giovanni is powerless to resist her wishes, releasing the anger with a heavy sigh & turning toward the door. yet he still keeps her shielded from the crowd with his body as they make for the exit. ❝ kinda a run-down little place anyway, ❞ he says, arm stubbornly refusing to fall from her shoulders even as they step outside. ❝ i think my girl deserves better. ❞
🪐 — HARVEY KINKLE for giovanni !
“Ohhhh yeah! You’re Tony’s cousin, right? Gio? Tony’s out back tuning up. Yeah, he mentioned you might be here. I’m Harvey, Harvey Kinkle. Lead singer, lead guitarist. Really cool that we’re gonna play in consecutive sets tonight. We should all get drinks after.”
❝ YEAH, THAT’S ME, good to meet you, man, ❞ giovanni says in greeting. his guitar case is slung across his back, leaving one hand free to extend out to shake the other boy’s. ❝ it was pretty sweet of him to get us this gig. we’ve never played in this part of town before. it’ll be nice to get in front of some new ears. ❞ harvey’s got a friendly smile, inviting & earnest, & giovanni finds it hard to turn down the kind offer. ❝ drinks after sounds good. we were planning to hang around to listen to your set anyway — it’s smart to hear what the other local bands are putting out, you know. ❞
🪐 — CHRISTINE DAAÉ for giovanni !
how her heart sings when she hears those words ────── better than any song she’s heard, than any fairy tail… she had thought the idea of belonging to another would chill her to the bone, resurface a pain she had worked so hard to forget…but with gio, belonging is easy… how perfectly she fits into the crook of his arm, how easily she eases into his side. like finding her first perfect pair of pointe shoes.
her head lifts, sweet chocolate hues admiring his stern and stubborn stare, a free hand lifting to touch his cheek, stubbled but smooth to the touch urging him close to catch the soft cadence of her voice. ❝ ― but you like it here, don’t you? ❞ christine questions gently, recalling the twinkle in his eye when he had first led her through the bar’s aching door. it had left her with a grin and brought a familiar flutter to her heart, his excitement far too infectious… fingers trickle down his neck and to the stray curl resting atop his shoulder, fixing it into place. ❝ we should stay. ❞
HE FEELS THE NEED to take care of christine, to act as a shield for her against all the worst of the world. & it’s not just her small stature & gentle heart that awakens the protective instinct within giovanni — he knows that christine has been treated badly before, been exposed to dangerous people, put in unsafe situations. & he never wants to do that to her. whether he likes the bar or not, her safety is always the most important thing. & yet, her fingertips resting so softly against his cheek makes him pause, his dark eyes connecting with hers. ❝ yeah, i do like it here, ❞ gio admits, though he knows that his experience of these kinds of rock-&-roll spaces is very different than hers. a girl like her is more accustomed to stage lights than shadowy dive bars, & that is clearly where she belongs. but in spite of the unpleasant altercation she’s already endured here, christine does seem ok, like she still really does want to stay to hear the band. & giovanni lets his arm curl tighter around her waist, bending his spine down low so he can touch his forehead against hers. ❝ only if you’re sure. you’ll be safe here. no one will hurt you, i promise. i’ll make sure of it. i won’t let you out of my arms all night. ❞