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Vinegar Doppio ([personal profile] epitaffio) wrote2019-11-07 09:25 pm
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<PURPLEPIPER> Am I doing this right?
<PURPLEPIPER> Pretty weird to just leave a message like this is an answering machine or something
<PURPLEPIPER> ME leaving a message I mean!
<PURPLEPIPER> You can leave one if you want and I'll just get back to you whenever I can.
figlia_morbida: ([gumball machine weekend])

[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2023-08-18 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
[Trish would feel some kind of way to know she's interacted with Doppio enough he's learned to think better of handing her words for her to beat him over the head with. Especially because the idea of him being afraid with regards to what happened to her would be a weighty bludgeon indeed. Why should he care other than for outside retribution? She would be insulted if he dared to imply he gives a damn.

But he doesn't do any of that, and she's only left to wonder why he pushes back so quickly at her assertion. It would be easier for him, wouldn't it? If she were like him, he wouldn't have to worry about any past actions coming back to haunt him. She's the past embodied for him and Diavolo both, so it's only natural they chafe against one another, and rendering her toothless by depriving her of memories...it'd be more palatable to them.

Of course, memories don't tell her why he'd want to know, and she stares at him for a long, searching moment, deciding whether or not he's entitled to know where her empty heart took her.

Maybe she can use her answer as a bartering chip, actually.
]

...Someone I know found me and brought me home before I was completely gone. By the end, all I remembered was my own name. Fortunately, it was temporary, as I'm not sure what kind of person I'd become without my memories.

[A very, very pointed comment, that one.

Her next words are softer, but no less pointed, especially with the weight of the intent behind them.
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Can I ask you something in return, Doppio?
figlia_morbida: ([weak and powerless])

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[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2023-09-05 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
[Trish watches him for a long, long moment. Debating, turning her words over in her head and on her tongue.

Diavolo isn't far.

But even he doesn't seem to think anything of letting her and Doppio coexist, as long as she doesn't mention Cervo aloud. Which...this isn't about Cervo at all, so it ought to be permissible, right?

Still, she leans forward, her mouth working around the words, and says in a voice that is so soft it makes her sound so unlike herself. No moxie, no bite, only an open heart.
]

Why...did you call out to her if she's a stranger to you?

[Trish doesn't clarify who she means. He ought to know. Sure, he knows that name for many reasons, but she can't forget how he called Donatella's name – in a way that was shortened, familiar.

It was a stark contrast to all the people who never stayed in her memories long enough to use either her name or her mother's.
]
figlia_morbida: ([blow your mind])

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[personal profile] figlia_morbida 2023-10-17 08:03 am (UTC)(link)
[That's not true at all.

Trish remembers it well, if only because she wasn't looking at Doppio. The way he called out when Donatella suddenly collapsed, and the way he referred to her...were things that didn't involve Trish in any way other than it was her living memory Doppio was caught in.

There was no one else to shout her name in concern the day that happened besides Trish herself, she remembers. Even if the memory muddled it into a space between the past and present, forcing Donatella to drop to her knees in the train station of a distant memory when they were at home when that particular event happened...no, Doppio called out to Donatella then not as a tool, but because he's an inextricable part of Diavolo and recognized her, whether he'd like to or not.

She could fight him on it harder than she actually does, but with Diavolo mere meters away, Trish can only offer Doppio an expression that is decidedly sour where it was smooth and impassive before.
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...Hmph. That's not how I remember it.

[He can't...even bother to pretend he was at least a little concerned about a woman he barely knew collapsing? Which is as hysterical as it is sad, because any reasonable person would be concerned to see a total stranger collapse. As always, there has to be a means to an end, otherwise the implication that he has the capacity to give a damn would rear its head, and we can't have that, can we?]

I suppose a more pertinent question would have been to ask why you bothered trying to "get through to me" to begin with, but I'm sure that had nothing to do with me either.

[Punctuated with a withering stare.

Doppio doesn't care about her, so it only stands to reason he only helped her because of some other imaginary rationale he made up. The specter of Giorno Giovanna coming to haunt him or something like that.
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