[ It's a carefully-arranged storm of consequence and lack of forethought that sees the soles of Joseph's little leather shoes slapping against castle floors to an uneven and stumbling cadence.
Joseph, of course, doesn't remember it. He doesn't even have the faculties to consider remembering it. What's behind him is a blur, a slurry of jumbled sensory memories, flashes of red and the scent of blood and needles in his throat. A cold blackness, a viscous and frozen sludge making dark and solid trails out of his veins. Writhing against stone as his heart pulls to a slow and agonizing stop.
The disease rampaged through his small body, silencing his pulse and stilling his lungs in a brilliant flash of anguish and torment. Just as soon as it reached his body, it had choked the life from him - in such a way that DIO hadn't fully expected him to awaken again, and owing largely to the fact that his father's most successful and convincing adviser has always been himself, he was moments later able to escape the guardsmen his body was entrusted to by tearing one's arm from the socket in one brutish stroke, letting a horrid and piercing screech claw its way out of his throat as he wrenches the limb free.
He drags it by the wrist now, wet blood dragging from the disembodied socket like a snail's trail as he lurches and staggers along, sucking in breath through teeth that don't fit in his mouth anymore, hooking the tips of new claws into the flesh of the appendage painting his trail through the castle's dark hallways. He sniffs the air in full-body lungfuls, animal-like huffs as he snaps his head around.
He stops to do so only for a second, red eyes flashing pink in the limited torchlight, before continuing his desperate reeling forward, swaying on numb legs as he goes. ]
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Joseph, of course, doesn't remember it. He doesn't even have the faculties to consider remembering it. What's behind him is a blur, a slurry of jumbled sensory memories, flashes of red and the scent of blood and needles in his throat. A cold blackness, a viscous and frozen sludge making dark and solid trails out of his veins. Writhing against stone as his heart pulls to a slow and agonizing stop.
The disease rampaged through his small body, silencing his pulse and stilling his lungs in a brilliant flash of anguish and torment. Just as soon as it reached his body, it had choked the life from him - in such a way that DIO hadn't fully expected him to awaken again, and owing largely to the fact that his father's most successful and convincing adviser has always been himself, he was moments later able to escape the guardsmen his body was entrusted to by tearing one's arm from the socket in one brutish stroke, letting a horrid and piercing screech claw its way out of his throat as he wrenches the limb free.
He drags it by the wrist now, wet blood dragging from the disembodied socket like a snail's trail as he lurches and staggers along, sucking in breath through teeth that don't fit in his mouth anymore, hooking the tips of new claws into the flesh of the appendage painting his trail through the castle's dark hallways. He sniffs the air in full-body lungfuls, animal-like huffs as he snaps his head around.
He stops to do so only for a second, red eyes flashing pink in the limited torchlight, before continuing his desperate reeling forward, swaying on numb legs as he goes. ]