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Whispers in his ear, "M o i s t."
A rough sigh drops his shoulders about half an inch, before a gloved hand comes up and presses firmly to his twin's face, giving a rather hard shove. "Father should've dropped you at the orphanage the day you were born."
how the fuck does anyone find the energy or motivation to rp anymore
“Skeptical?” + a subject for my muse to give their opinions about it. - UFOs
"I'm...very torn on this, given the very nature of my own existence. I don't think it's unreasonable to believe there's another civilisation out in the universe somewhere, but I don't...really feel that they would waste their time with humanity and how pathetic it probably is, compared to a civilisation that's conquered space travel to such a high degree."
“Yeah, you’re right, I can think of more enjoyable ways we can wear each other out.” Perhaps a little suggestive joke would lighten Vergil’s mood.
“Nothing in life is easy, losing someone is never easy. But your life is still worth living. Sometimes you just miss someone forever and you have to learn to live with it, it sucks, darlin’, I’m sorry.”
Dante felt his pain. It was hard to feel powerless when it came to someone you loved, to your family. He’d felt much the same guilt himself. “I wish I could make it better, but I can fill in and be your family for now, you’ve always got a place with me if you want it. If it’s meant to be your brother will come back to you, I should know.”
Dante pulled Vergil closer to him by the hand and kissed his cheek. “Anything I can do for you right now?”
It’s hard not to roll his eyes at Dante’s cheeky comment, but having his company certainly lessens the blow of his words. But to have a new family? The idea of that had never truly crossed Vergil’s mind, and he wasn’t sure he was even ready for that. He’d always just imagined his family as being only himself and his twin, but with the suggestion, things were different.
He lets himself be pulled closer, only to settle in beside Dante, shaking his head. “I think...simply being yourself, being here for me, is all I could ask for. And I truly do appreciate it, I hope you know that.”
My heart is made of fire My body's made of steel My hands are working harder Than what you think is real
I won't let This break me Even when the ground is shaking I'm steady I'm indestructible
too busy being invested in 8+ year old video games to care about anything new that's being announced
vergil every Father's day: y'all's dad is still alive?
ive been informed my brain has been consistently lying to me so now I'm gonna walk into the desert goodbye
anyone out there remember when the original DmC had both amulets be red but so many people would do edits of vergil to make it blue bc of the colour scheme NT went with that for the definitive edition they actually did change it to be blue
“You’re damn right it wouldn’t, unless a good fight was all you were looking for. But that doesn’t seem like you either.” Dante tilted his head with a smile, contemplating the other man’s words. “Bullshit. Everyone gets lonely when left alone long enough. It’s normal, even for you.” He grinned at Vergil, as he usually did, always a little bit in awe of him and the energy of his presence.
He reached up and took Vergil’s hand in his own and laced their fingers together. “I had to go to Hell and slay the physical manifestations of his trauma, why do you ask? Simple, right?”
He pulled the other closer to his bed. “Come to bed, if you really want to talk, I’ll tell you, angel.” He turned Vergil’s hand over and kissed the back.
“I enjoy good fights when they’re worth my time. Fighting against you, pointlessly, would be a waste.” Vergil frowns, unable to hold Dante’s gaze and finding something else to look at in the dimly lit room, lips pressed together thinly.
The gentle touch brings him back, glancing down before letting out a heavy sigh, shoulders slumping. “If only it were. You make it sound so easy. We fought through Hell together, took Mundus down together, and we were supposed to rebuild together. But...” He bites the inside of his cheek, tiptoeing around the issue of ruling together, before shaking his head.
“I suppose we’ll never be able to see eye to eye on anything, not like when we were children. His upbringing was so much more difficult, so much more visceral, and he didn’t get to enjoy a moment of peace. I’m not...quite sure what I can do to remedy any of that, to repair our relationship. But I’m not sure I’m entirely ready to admit that I have no family left.”
A sigh leaves him, hand running through his hair and pushing stray strands from his face, before leaning back in his chair. "I admire your ability to...persevere through even the most difficult situations, and keep the same attitude you always seem to have. Carefree, unbothered. I'm envious of your ability to seemingly...not care about what's going on around you, to be so aloof."
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This has taken me approximately ten thousand years to think about and answer and I'm sTILL NOT HAPPY
Vergil considers nowhere to truly be his home. His memories of his childhood home have greatly dwindled, even if he visited the ruins often, and he never cared for the human family that raised him beyond that. He doesn't consider himself a nomad, but he's never been one for that whole notion of "home isn't a place, it's a people."
Mostly because of his stunted relationship with his twin. Had things between himself and Dante been fine, as they had been for awhile, he may have reconsidered. Being reunited with Dante again was like being able to breathe again, and losing that so quickly immediately shut him down to any concept of opening himself up to someone, of becoming close to anyone.
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