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I challenged myself to write the healing scene(jjba)
That scene where Giorno heals Mista, but we get it from Mistas POV instead of Narancia and I struggle with writing Mista and Giorno:
(Not about the succ, btw)
“Hurry and fix me up. I-I can’t breathe.” Mista grunted out, pain apparent in his tone of voice, “I wouldn’t have been able to show that resolve without your ability, “he opened an eye to look at Giornio, trying to hide his desperation, “Hurry and fix me up, before I actually die…”
“Of course,” Giorno agreed, the gentleness in his voice that showed his care was genuine, “But I’d like to clear something up first, “ his tone took on one of caution, “Golden Experience doesn’t exactly fix things. It creates parts of your body. I’ll give life to the bullets embedded in your body and plug up the arteries and other parts that were destroyed.”
“Just shut up and do it already.” Mista groaned, no longer hiding his fear.
“Since I’m not exactly healing you, your pain will remain.” Giorno warned, “Please don’t complain to me later.”
Golden Experience touched Mista’s chest first, beginning to turn the bullet inside his wounds into new flesh. Mista flinched hard, crying out in pain. It burned. He could feel the movement inside of his wound, his pain receptors firing continuous signals to his brain. He began...
(Not about the succ, btw)
“Hurry and fix me up. I-I can’t breathe.” Mista grunted out, pain apparent in his tone of voice, “I wouldn’t have been able to show that resolve without your ability, “he opened an eye to look at Giornio, trying to hide his desperation, “Hurry and fix me up, before I actually die…”
“Of course,” Giorno agreed, the gentleness in his voice that showed his care was genuine, “But I’d like to clear something up first, “ his tone took on one of caution, “Golden Experience doesn’t exactly fix things. It creates parts of your body. I’ll give life to the bullets embedded in your body and plug up the arteries and other parts that were destroyed.”
“Just shut up and do it already.” Mista groaned, no longer hiding his fear.
“Since I’m not exactly healing you, your pain will remain.” Giorno warned, “Please don’t complain to me later.”
Golden Experience touched Mista’s chest first, beginning to turn the bullet inside his wounds into new flesh. Mista flinched hard, crying out in pain. It burned. He could feel the movement inside of his wound, his pain receptors firing continuous signals to his brain. He began...
