BriAccio / GhiaSonno information

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late 1997internet forums are big and new, and Ghiaccio decides to check it out with Melones guidance after consistent pestering for him to be informed on the newly created internet. He stumbles upon forums involving video games, which he’s particularly fond of. while in said forums, he meets someone who is luckily in close proximity to him on the web. they both have shared interests, tastes and seemed to work well oddly enough.

credit - @baakos_artos on IG

april of 1998??? i think? look man time is confusingmonths pass and eventually they meet up when given the chance, they get along well and have similar tastes that have been established over time and they both even hung out at a local arcade. romantic feelings were simmering below, especially for the boy Ghia met. His name being Sonno.their friendship blossoms overtime, with Sonno getting to know Ghiaccio more and more. They know of things most people are unaware of, yet are kept away from things too. Sonno is unaware of MOST things Ghiaccio does for work, but knows of one co-worker/friend he has (he knows Melone). he is oblivious to Ghiaccio being in the mafia/Passione. Sonno is being told a lie that Ghiaccio simply works night shifts at a factory.time goes on with their friendship, and although Sonno fell first… Ghiaccio fell harder. leading up to a future confession.

mid 1998After awhile of budding romance beginning to shine, it eventually turned into a confession by Ghiaccio. They officially became boyfriends after his confessed was accepted. the relationship goes on for about two-three years.

two weeks before GW/2001Sonno gives the unfortunate news that they must move back to Canada, as they were foreign to Italy and had family matters to attend to… which meant they needed to fully return to their home country. Ghiaccio on the otherhand, was stressing over his job while also having new knowledge of his boss’ daughter being found. His team and himself were scurrying with it, which gave him doubts for the safety of his relationship. However, Sonno has no clue about Ghiaccio’s involvement with Passione and being part of La Squadra.. so Ghiaccio makes up a lie for his previous lies.They both tried to think of a solution, but eventually came to the conclusion of breaking up. They both promised to eventually reunite when the time was right. Sonno never learns of Ghiaccio’s death and thinks he abandoned their mutual promise.

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Sonno, also known by his real name, Bri, is foreign to Italy and an incredibly normal person. Originally from Canada, they moved to Italy after a tragic family event happened and caused his father to move far for work and family related business.they were given the nickname ‘Sonno’ by classmates after moving to Italy due to their poor sleeping habits. he isn’t fond of the name but will occasionally use it to describe himself.

Sonno has no affiliation with the mafia/Passione, and no affiliation with La Squadra or Bucciarati’s crew. they are a senior student at a high school with a passion for art.Sonno is emotional and almost always tired. he’s anti-social (he’s just insanely shy with lots of anxiety but calls himself anti-social as a loose term for his anxiety) and is Borderline.He and Ghiaccio have very similar personalities, that being their relatable anger. Yet, Sonno’s is more emotional and quickly dies down.he goes by He/Him pronouns (with occasional use of They/Them). He doesn’t normally label his sexuality but will occasionally use ‘Gay’ to refer to his sexuality.he has no Stand, but knows what they are. he’s confused on the specifics, though.

keep in mind, there is no definitive outfit for s/i, so everything is just a placeholder.

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Writing

writing for my self-ship! some of these are in canon, some of them are not. i will specify above the pieces of literature if they are or not canon. ^^

NON-CANON DRABBLE

this is based off an rp that is happening/has happened between me and my friends, context is a triple date and Bri and Ghiaccio broke up. They were forced to go on a date with two other couples to try and rekindle their lost love.apologies for any spelling or grammatical errors, i wrote this when i was tired >~<

The date sucked. Ryan kept saying shit about his ridiculous movies and the blonde (and very possible psychopathic) man was clearly not impressed by what was happened. Another couple was there, yet their situation wasn’t as bad as this couples.“It’s 4 degrees outside, where’s your fucking coat?” That rasped tone came from the mouth of Ghiaccio, his hands stuffed into the pockets of his striped pants and his face always wore a scowl. Bri stood beside him, his head perking up at the sound that he’s grown so fondly of. “I can handle it—“ His sentence was cut short, “No the fuck you can’t. You say that but every time we went out, you begged me for my sweater so you could warm up.”“Sorry.” Bri whispered, Ghiaccio’s harsh tone just caused unnecessary apologies from the lonesome boy. He sighed, his eyebrows furrowing until the sounds of some rustling came around… and Bri was met with a sweater around his shoulders. “It’s whatever. I.. I didn’t hate that. I don’t hate that.” He scoffed, before standing back in his original spot and staring out at the parking lot of the restaurant.“Date sucked ass.” The blue-haired man spoke. “Yeah, but.. free food.” Bri replied, his hands adjusted the sweater around him so he could properly wear it. “Mhm. The fucking pasta tasted bad, y’know I could make it way better.” There he goes with that ego of his, it was cosmic. Bri didn’t mind, his eyes were too focused on staring at Ghiaccio’s lips as he spoke.He gritted his teeth every once in awhile. Bri let the warm air in his mouth escape, watching how it looked like smoke once he exhaled. It seemed to do that always when near Ghiaccio. “Your pasta is uh.. pretty good.” He glanced up at Ghiaccio, there really wasn’t a major height difference (4 inch). The scowled man’s face softened for only a moment, looking back at Bri. “…Yeah. Yeah, it’s good.” His tone was harsh, and Bri replied with, “I miss it. I…” He bit his tongue, he felt like this was irresponsible and childish to say but he had to say it. “I miss you. I’m sorry about.. what happened, I just—“ “Don’t do that. Don’t say this stuff, please.” Ghiaccio cut him off, his teeth gritting more and more like he was restraining himself from doing something. He was looking right at the man he once loved, his eyes looked glossy. “I’m sorry, I’m so so so sorry. I just, I mean you were never here for—“ “Don’t.” He cut him off yet again, leaning down into his face with an expression that could only be seen as anger… and guilt.Bri went quiet, staring at him while his throat started to sting and his breath was caught within it. Silence rang out for a few seconds, cars going by past the parking lot and the sounds from the restaurant behind them were slowly coming to a halt. Eventually, Ghiaccio spoke up. His tone was one Bri was familiar with, but not with others.“…I shouldn’t have lied. I shouldn’t have given you lies about my life in order to keep you safe. I thought— I-I mean, I thought I was protecting you.” He stood back up straight, his left palm to his forehead and his fingers were slightly caught inside his blue curls. A colour unnatural, and clearly dyed. He continued, “I did it because I loved you… I love you.” Just saying those words still felt foreign to the aggressive hitman, even if he said it for 3 whole years prior.“I love you, too.” Bri’s voice was even softer than it usually was, his body trembled slightly from the cold and his arms were folded over his chest so he could keep himself warm. This sweater didn’t do much for him. Ghiaccio just went quiet, processing those words like it was the first time. His lips parted, and his breath shook for a moment before he reached out. He opened his arms, replying with, “I know.” His arms wrapped right around Bri’s frame, holding him so close to Ghiaccio’s own body. Bri didn’t say anything back, just hiding his face into a small crevice in his ex-boyfriend’s neck and letting him be held.The hug was needed between them both, they both were silent and listening to the sounds of the outside world and their breathing which had a pattern that was almost in unison. Ghiaccio sighed, “You wanna maybe get back to my place?” It only felt right to him to ask. “You look cold as shit, so…” “Sure. Oh, does that mean I can see your cat?” Bri’s voice wasn’t exactly filled with sorrow anymore, rather excitement. The hug ended, but their hands were now holding. Their fingers were intertwined.“Yeah, he missed you. C’mon, my car’s right there.” Ghiaccio wrapped his arm around Bri’s shoulders, keeping him right by his side while they stepped off the side walk and started to head to his car. His signature red Miata stood out in a crowd, but he loved that car. And he loved Bri, more than anything.

SEMI-CANON DRABBLE

this is based off the short story ‘No Love Like a Parent’s’ that was released and shown in the winter JOJO Magazine 2023.this is my own interpretation based off of it, some information is scattered or changed around. I don’t know how to write Melone. apologies for any mistakes such a grammatical errors and more.

“Ahh… so it seems Amaretti takes part in masochism. Quite a new detail, wouldn’t you agree, Ghiaccio?”Melone’s lips purred in that smooth tone, his latex-gloved fingers held the binoculars with a grin on his face while he invaded the targets privacy from afar. “I— what?” Ghiaccio was puzzled, confused by such a word or even the information he was just given about his target. Masochism? It shocked the blue haired man. “…The fuck? Show me.”Ghiaccio didn’t exactly wait for the pair of binoculars to be given, instead grabbing it from his co-worker and placing them up to his eyes; the glasses on his nose only got slightly bumped. “What… is that.” His tone was full of confusion and some horror, and even disgust. “Violent love.~” Melone sang out slightly, watching his friend from the side while he was clearly shocked about this reveal.“I-I don’t get it. Why the fuck would someone— would anyone do that?!” He groaned, turning his head away and tossing the binoculars back to Melone while he rubbed his eyes from underneath his glasses. His mind was full of some gross idealizations. “For many reasons, Ghiaccio. Some do it for pleasure to themselves or for others, some just do it for money.. or whatever else is along those lustful lines.” The masked man cooed, letting his fingers gently trace the outline of his outlook to his target. “Say, do you… do it yourself? Because—” His sentence was unfinished, being cut off immediately hit with a yell from Ghiaccio. “The fuck?! NO! Why would I, Ghiaccio, ever participate in such fucking gross behaviours? Don’t get me wrong, I get the need for some pleasure every now and then, but come on!”Ghiaccio was giving his purple haired friend an earful, clearly shocked at the possibility of him ever engaging in such erotic behaviour. “Alright. Well, I was curious… considering your boyfriend and all.” “…He does not do that shit!” The ice-cold hitman retaliated at the assumption, continuing his words in a more timid tone. “Well, I— I-I have no clue if he does. Hell if I know, and what does it matter to you?!” He pointed his finger right in Melone’s face, his teeth gritting in anger at his sly behaviour. “Relax, relax… was only curious. You tell me so little about him that it isn’t surprising I’d be intrigued, is it?” His words slithered out of his mouth like a snake, his teal eyes processing the expression on Ghiaccio’s face. “Because, I don’t need to tell you.” He hissed back, folding his arms across his chest with a huff. His dismissive nature was more prominent, especially when confronted about his secret relationship.“I am your friend, Ghiaccio. But, if you say so.” The purple hitman gave up, going back to staring at the laptop screen of his Stand while Ghiaccio grumbled beside him. The silence between the two was occasionally broken by a robotic noise echoing from Babyface’s monitor, making Ghiaccio’s anger tick more. “This job feels slow. I could be doin’ this shit so fucking fast if it weren’t for Babyface being a fu—“ “Pause. He’s saying something.” Melone shut down his co-workers cries, letting his fingers trail along the keyboard and frantically type back to his Stand. “…Rebellious stage is still ongoing.” “Ughhh…” Ghiaccio seethed the repeated phrase he heard earlier, Melone’s stand was having some rebellious stage like a real teenager would to defy their parents.“Why the fuck is he doing that? Grr— Melone, I said I could do this job way quicker!” The hot-tempered man continued to belittle his friend, and it just left Melone with a feeling of distain and almost no empathy… these outbursts were quite the issue on their job.“If you calmed your nerves, this job would go smoothly.” The masked man replied, letting his fingers patter all over his keyboard while he communicated with Babyface. Seconds of typing went by, and soon it stopped. They both groaned together, with Melone leaning back in his seat and glancing at Ghiaccio who was stiff and wore a never-ending scowl on his pale face.“Oi, quit staring.” Ghiaccio hissed at him, only for Melone to tuck his purple locks behind his ear and let his lazy-eye show. “Apologies. But, I was wondering… will you ever speak about your boyfriend? All I know is he’s… sleepy.” “I don’t know.” Ghiaccio’s words were chewed, then spoken normally. “He’s… he’s nice. We have similar interests, they’re cute, I guess.” He found himself swooning in front of his friend, which made him pause and quickly shut up.“How sweet.” Melone stifled out a little laugh, which was then cut short by some more typing from Babyface. “What’s it saying now?” Ghiaccio questioned. “He’s noticing the certain… exciting bond the maid and our target are having.”“Gross.” He replied to Melone, taking his own seat next to him and promptly sitting on it. He let his arms remain folded, his left thigh bouncing in an improper rhythm. “I suppose. Anyways, back to my questions…” Melone let his fingers dance along the laptops buttons, not letting his eyes drift away from it while speaking.“Fine. I.. I mean, Bri’s nice, yeah. He’s got this thing to him, I got no clue what it is but, he makes me feel like my life was made for his love. Like— like, he was more of my purpose than.. than…” Ghiaccio’s words fell silent, and his eyes which were once full of rage, were now full of regret. He stared at his moving thigh, his brain racing with thoughts like usual except this time… it was more saddening and bittersweet. It was only for a brief moment, only to be interrupted by Melone breaking him out of his sorrowful mindset and back to reality.“Silence doesn’t suit you.” Melone crouched slightly in his seat, but then leaned back like as if his spine was as slithery as a snake. “Sorry, was just thinking.” Ghiaccio became more apologetic, which Melone paid no mind to. His fingers snatched the binoculars again, peeking from inside the building window and out to the targets location.“A toilet scrubber..?” His fingers twisted at the lenses of the binoculars, seeing deeper into the risky situation happening between the target. “Huuuuh? A toilet scrubber? Fuck are you talking about—“ Ghiaccio once again grabbed it out of Melone’s hands, staring at the spot he once was. “OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK—“ Ghiaccio hurled, looking away and rambling in a loud and unintelligible tone, which made Melone give him a loud “shh” with his lips. “Quiet! You’ll startle me, you’ll startle Babyface, and you’ll startle the target!”“I mean— it’s just sickening! That’s delusional! It looks like a fucking endless sea with some slug up his hole!” Ghiaccio’s rant continued, and yet he turned his head back around and stared into the lenses. Although he was angry and disgusted, he did not look away. “What kinda sick kick is this?! A toilet scrubber? Up your ass?! God, no! I’d never! Who would ever engage in stuff like this?!” Melone listened with a face that could only be described as disappointment, staring at the screen of Babyface and waiting for more communication.“Then stop looking, Ghiaccio.” That was an easy solution to end Ghiaccio’s loud rage, but he wasn’t exactly listening. He was just grumbling, muttering more insults over a display of pleasure he did not understand.“…If you’re confused on what it means, you can ask me. Or… like we were saying, your boyfriend.” Melone pried himself into the love life Ghiaccio had, which made the icy hitman growl more. “Can you quit asking?!” He hissed, but his words went on. “I wouldn’t know what he likes! And— and I don’t really care to know! He.. he likes things. I doubt he likes a damn stick up his ass.” He scoffed at the idea, but actually processing it made his mind go blank.“…I don’t wanna imagine it.” “I figured.” Their banter continued with one another, Melone’s gloved hands clicked the keys, the binoculars beside his laptop and his back leaned farther than any human possibly could make it. “It seems Babyface is actually listening! Di molto!” Melone cheered at the realization, seeing his Stand’s words appear on the screen that let him know the target and whoever else was involved… was being disposed of.“Took it long enough. Why’s it only listening now?” Ghiaccio’s stiff hand reached out to the small plate of cheese he had much earlier during their mission, taking hold of it and biting a chunk out. A bottle of cheap wine and cheese laid out for them both, bought by Ghiaccio… and only he was consuming it all. “Toilet scrubber gave Babyface a good idea.” “I do not want to know what the fuck it thought of. Anyways, Melone, the next ‘mother’ you find should be a woman who is easier to understand. That would be good, huh?”“I shall keep that in mind.” Melone took in his friends advice, slowly closing the laptop shut and tucking it away into someplace safe for him to take back home. “This mission took awhile, all for some guy with information only known by the lower class… which shouldn’t be us.” Ghiaccio’s eyebrows furrowed, his teeth digging into the cheese more intensely as he remained speaking. “Speaking of such, we should figure shit out about our boss. We’re having a hard time with the way we’re being treated, especially compared to the work we do for the boss.”“…I suppose. Not even Risotto knows his face, and that says a lot.”“And I hate that.” Ghiaccio exhaled at the secrets his boss kept, his tangy grape-scented breath blowing out of his mouth while he mustered up more to say. “…We should try and figure out the boss’ secrets. This.. disclosed attitude’s been going on too long.” Melone stopped in his tracks at Ghiaccio’s suggestion, gulping the dryness from his throat painfully. “I understand that, but, are you serious?”The blue haired man didn’t respond, simply letting his fingers poke up his red framed glasses with a nervous expression plastered onto his face. Melone just accepted that as an answer, “The job’s done. For my next one, I’ll take you up on your suggestion, Ghiaccio.” His purple hair fell over his eyes for a moment while he leaned down to stare at the closed electronic he held, soon looking back at him with determination.“Then let’s get outta here, I wanna get back home.” Ghiaccio’s scowl came back twice as hard, turning on his heels and heavily walking towards the door of their building. “Why so eager? Do you want to see your boyfriend that badly?” Melone teased, his lips curling into a mischievous little display while he stepped alongside Ghiaccio.“Fuck off— yes. Yes, I do.” There was no need for him to lie, as that was exactly what he was wanting; to see his lover. Melone’s throat let out a small laugh, and their uneven rhythmic pattern of stepping echoed down the hall and out of the door. And by the time the footsteps died down, there wasn’t a single sign of the assassins left.

CANON DRABBLE

just a simple drabble of ghiaccio yearning sonno while they sleep next to him, he can’t sleep… so instead, he admires his boyfriend.some minor spelling mistakes probably, i wrote this with a sleepy mind :/this is written in ghiaccio’s point of view!

His chest moved slowly, expanding and growing while we slept next to me. His pale and chubby face was slightly buried into the pillows, and barely any snores escaped his lips.. they looked so soft. His lips had this similar colour to a piece of bubblegum I’d probably get at a gas station, his brown hair was a total mess that was chopped and layered, but I adored it nonetheless.He’s always so tired, I mean, I don’t blame them. They have a lot on their mind, the world isn’t kind to him… I wish it were. I’d give it my all for him to just feel okay for one day. And I hope I do. He seems more relaxed when asleep than when he’s actually conscious and speaking. God, he was so pretty. Fuck, he was gorgeous. The way his hair falls over his eyes, the way his scarred arms held himself in their sleep, it was all so soft and pure.I’ve never felt this kind of thing, and it feels like I’m dying. I know I’m not, no fucking shit I’m not, but it feels like what I believe it’d be like. I wish he knew how worthy he was, I wanted him to acknowledge how perfect they were.But, he doesn’t. He’s just sleeping, and it’s okay. I should too, but with it being around… 4 AM? I think? Whatever, it was late, and I should be up soon. I fucked up my own schedule, but for him it’s okay. I’m content with just watching him relax.His body turned, and I felt his nose bump and smush into the crook of my neck, and I couldn’t help but melt. My stiff arms needed to hold him, I needed him to feel the intense care I felt inside for him. I know he knows I love him, but I never want to stop expressing it with my touch. I can’t believe I’m even with him, thank God I asked him out. I guess I could thank Melone for showing me how the hell a computer worked… but Bri was more important to thank; more important to love.At least I don’t have work tomorrow, I’ve found myself hating that career choice more and more ever since they showed up in my life and in my arms. Why did I ever decide to run away? Why the fuck did I decide to latch onto the dangerous mafia lifestyle? I thought it was my purpose, I really did. I’m strong for it, I’m worthy enough of so much.. especially with my White Album. And yet, whenever he kisses my face and says something so cute and so stupid, it felt like my true purpose was being his.Maybe someday, the boss will cease to exist.. and I can leave and be with Bri full time. But, I have to keep my mouth shut about my job near him and make sure nobody puts his hands on him. It’s a pain in my fucking ass to love them, but I’ll do it anyways no matter what. I wish I chose a better life for myself, I’m just glad he isn’t involved… I hope. I swear to God I’ll freeze the limbs off of anyone who— Shit— I think he’s awake. His whining, his pale fingers latching onto the fabric of my shirt, it felt like some clear sign.His voice, it spoke to me. The sluggish tone slipped from his mouth and it made my heart beat quicker than it ever did. I felt warm, although my skin was freezing cold. And he asked what I was doing awake. His tone, God, his tone. He was so tired, so barely conscious and it just made me anxious to say anything back.But, I did. I let my rasped words hit him back gently, and he just accepted it. I just couldn’t sleep. And I still couldn’t, damnit. I doubt he could go back to his slumber too, he always struggled to head back to bed after waking up… damn you, Bri.I guess I’ll watch him sleep another time.

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CANON DRABBLE

TRIGGER/CONTENT WARNING: MENTIONS/WRITTEN DEPICTIONS OF SELF HARMa simple hurt and comfort drabble about ghiaccio caring for bri after an unfortunate relapse.minor spelling errors and stuff. i thought a lot of the song ‘I Will’ by Mitski while writing this….

The tub was filled with warm water, almost burning hot but enough to handle… at least enough for Bri to handle. Blood seeped from the open wounds within their thighs and mixed in with the water, creating a mixture that only made him feel guilt.“Is the uhh.. water hot enough? I know you like it burning hot, so…” Ghiaccio’s voice was tender, soft like a feather and rasped. His cold fingers were gently squeezing at Bri’s shoulder, trying his best to care for them while they hid in their pity and suffering. Bri’s eyes glanced at Ghiaccio, and tears had previously stained his face, and remained in his swamp coloured pupils. “It’s nice.” His breath was strong, exhausting for his lungs and soul. It had been 30 minutes since Bri’s unfortunate relapse, and all they could do was just stare into the bloody void… which was the water he sat in.“Okay. Good… you feelin’ okay?” Ghiaccio let his hand roam up to their head, rubbing their soaked brown hair and seeing it pull back slightly due to the weight of the water and his palm. Clearly, Bri wasn’t okay, but he needed to ask. He needed to hear their voice. “…My thighs hurt.” “They’re gonna hurt for a bit. Let the water clean your cuts, they’ll heal quicker that way. Alcohol actually sucks way fucking more than water when it comes to cleansing a wound.” Ghiaccio sat on a stool beside the tub, his eyes just watched the saddened beauty before him and he couldn’t look away once. Mostly just to keep an eye on him and make sure he didn’t get injured again… but also because his chubby pale and frail body and face was too tempting to stare at.“How do you.. know it sucks?” Bri questioned the knowledge he had, how was alcohol bad when it comes to cleaning wounds? They rarely see Ghiaccio with injuries, and if he has one it’s just a scratch from his cat. “Uhh—“ The blue haired lover felt like he was caught in a lie, and he almost was. He’s gotten injuries, being a hitman doesn’t come without the occasional injury or two. So, he gulped and thought of something on the spot to clear his case. “Melone got this horrible gash on his thigh once while we were hanging out, and uhh… I tried cleaning it with alcohol but it didn’t do much for him.” He hoped to God this would save him from suspicion… and it did. “Okay. Cool.” Bri murmured, their knees were pressed to their bare chest and they let their fingers squeeze at their flesh; holding their kneecaps close.“Y’know, baby,” Ghiaccio used pet names in moments of vulnerability, mostly intense moments.. because he knew it soothed his lover; it warmed them up. He just wanted them to feel okay. “I’m not mad. Shit happens, you relapse, but… that’s how you get better.” He cooed, the rasp in his voice was so prominent but Bri found it to be delightful. They whimpered, and the tears that sat in his eyes poured out slightly once again. “I hate when I relapse. I’m stupid— I try and feel better but I just… I don’t feel like I have control if I don’t do anything.” Their fingers dug into the skin of their knees, their lip quivering while they whined out their thoughts; it was heartbreaking for Ghiaccio to see.“You’re not stupid, don’t say that shit. It happens, you’re fine. We just need to clean these cuts and we can take a nap, okay? Just us.” He shushed their cries, and he let himself inch closer and hug their wet body; holding it close to his own and getting his clothes slightly damp. “It’s okay… it’s okay.” He lulled their sorrows, feeling the water on his clothing and letting out a slight groan from the texture. “How about we get you dried up? It’s late, babe. C’mon—“ Ghiaccio gently pulled them up from the tub by their shoulders, and Bri didn’t mind one bit, standing up as the water dripped down their pale frame.“You want one of my shirts? How about the one with the Atari logo? I know you like that one.” Ghiaccio turned on his heels flat on the floor, the cold tiles hitting his toes while he walked out for a moment and came right back with the shirt he mentioned. Bri preferred Ghiaccio’s clothes over their own, savouring the comfort within them and the soft texture they always had. And that one shirt with the Atari logo seemed to make them feel the most comfort.They stepped out carefully, their feet landing on the mat outside of the tub while the water was slowly draining by Ghiaccio unplugging it just before leaving. They stood naked, staring at their once bleeding cuts now be a red hue and opened… but not running with their blood. Soon, Ghiaccio held out Bri’s arms carefully, lifting them up and sliding the shirt down their torso. “There. Oh— and obviously some fucking underwear.” He held the pair of boxers in their direction, which they grabbed and pulled up their thighs; wincing at the slight sting the clothing gave to their fresh wounds. “Ow.. thanks, Ghia.” Bri enjoyed calling him by a nickname, although his name was already one. Ghiaccio was too long for their lips, so the removal of 4 letters only to leave the first 4 behind was better suiting for them; Ghiaccio adored it.He just nodded his head at the gratitude, for Bri, it was nothing. He lent his hand out towards him, and Bri took it. The two of them stepped out of the washroom, the light being turned off by Ghiaccio’s free hand while they walked to the bedroom in unison. “We can.. sleep. If you need a nap, or watch something. I’ve got my Atari set up, if you wanna watch me play some Mario. Fuck— I could even play Pac Man, you wanted.” He made sure to not raise his voice, it tended to get naturally loud but in a moment like this… it didn’t need to be. Bri needed something gentle, and Ghiaccio wanted to be the one to provide it.“Sure.” Bri was not against nor fully into it, but they crawled into the small bed Ghiaccio had in the corner of his bedroom wall. It’d fit only one person, but Bri slept so close to the wall itself that there was no fuss for the size. They sighed, their fingers latching onto the blanket and snuggling themselves up in it. “I’ll play some Pac Man, okay? Just relax.” Ghiaccio was so keen on making sure his boyfriend was rested up and well after that ordeal, and he was sure they were fine. They just needed time.He let himself lay beside him after turning on his console and television, holding the small remote in his hands; Bri instinctively crawled in closer and let their face rest against his arm. It was just natural for them to stick to him like glue, and he didn’t mind. His hand moved the joystick around on his controller, and all that could be heard in the room for this moment was Ghiaccio’s whispered curses and the television echoing the games sound effects… and of course, the two lovebirds breathing patterns.Bri watched in silence, their fingers held Ghiaccio’s arm so tightly like as if he’d leave… yet he wouldn’t. And Ghiaccio reminded them of it. “You’re holding me like I’m gonna vanish. I’m not going to, you’re okay, okay?” He repeated his final phrase, his eyes glanced in the corner of Bri’s directions before looking back at the TV. They just nodded, but their lips soon dragged out a response. “I just don’t wanna be alone.” Ghiaccio’s heart felt heavy at those words, the constant reminders of Bri’s doubts and overthinking were hard on him and them, yet he always reminded them it wasn’t gonna be true. And he reminded them once again. “I’m staying. Nothing in this fucking world’s taking me, Bri. Look, we’re laying here, while I’m playing Pac Man.. and you’re laying there relaxing next to me. I’m not leaving, not for anything.”Bri just let their head shake up and down slightly, and their worries were calmed temporarily; Ghiaccio had a way of easily fixing it. “…I love you.” His sentence turned out to be incomplete, as he muttered words he only said in the most important of moments. Love was obviously a strong feeling, and it was especially strong on Ghiaccio’s heart. Bri felt their stomach twist for a second, and then untwist. They were quick to repeat it. “I love you.”Their voice cracked, and they felt more tired after such comfort. It was what they yearned for, and Ghiaccio helped that yearn. “Get some sleep, Bri.” He muttered one final time, letting his curled fingers adjust the joystick while he continued his level of his video game… and Bri listened. They rolled over on the bed, their face turned to the wall and their back in Ghiaccio’s direction.The minutes passed, and all that was left in the room was the light from the TV, Bri’s snores and Ghiaccio’s occasional whispers of care… and swears.