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Petrichor Chapter 67: Hesitantly

Chapter 67: Hesitantly

Note: Hey, everyone. I'm doing a lot better now. Thank you so much for your kindness and your wholesome messages on A03, Tumblr, and on Discord. Sorry for making you worry. That was… a scary time. You've all made it so much better. Phew. Thank you all. 💗

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After being called upon by an assistant of the mistress of the citadel, they'd been led to the higher stratum of the structure, a cacophonous series of hallways, dramatically moon-lit chambers, various-sized rooms, and arched walkways that led through semi-indoor-outdoor spaces up and down flights of stairs through sky gardens and under the waterfall that was such an iconic part of the structure. After a ways, they had come to a small room of sorts. One that almost seemed to be a bedroom of sorts, but wasn't. More of a dressing room but without mirrors or closets. It was simply a dark room with a small skylight and two arched folding doors that led to a small balcony that overlooked the path they had taken to come into the room in the first place. And within were a few different figures in robes similar to their escorts, The group of them seemingly seeing to the night’s affairs. Nodding politely as they entered but not speaking.

As the door closed behind them and they entered the space in earnest, one of the assistants approached their guide and handed her what appeared to be a shimmering bundle of fabric. She turned to him and extended it out to him, pointing to an area where he could go to put it on. She then nodded politely and stepped back, finally breaking the silence.

“Wear this. Nothing else.”

V looked at her in slightly stunned and apprehensive silence for a moment before looking down at the bundle of fabric. It felt light. Thin. A glance over at Sirrus yielded no further clarity as the adjudicator simply shrugged gently, an awkward look of discomfort on his face that was as subtle as it was undeniable. She had meant precisely what she'd said. That was just how they did things here.

Opting to ask no further questions, the young summoner nodded subtly and surrendered himself to his apprehension, simply choosing to swallow his unease as he walked over to the indicated area to undress and dawn whatever garment they'd seen fit to lend him. The sooner that he got this over with, the better. At least one of the people in this room had already seen him naked…

As soon as he was behind the privacy of the partition they had provided him, he disrobed and lifted the garment up in front of him, curious to see what exactly it was supposed to be in the first place. And as it unrolled and he realized it was a singular piece, his curiosity was mildly piqued.

Ah, so it was a robe.

Black, silken, and shimmering under the dim starlight. The fabric was as dark as night, hanging just above the floor if he stood up perfectly straight, something that it probably wouldn't have done if not for his height. An ornate dark gray embroidery in the form of different moon phases and webs skirted the edge of each outer seam of the fabric, especially on the front and the collar with more scarce designs on the long, bell-shaped sleeves. It seemed to trace and depict a lunar cycle, but not one he recognized, though he couldn't claim to be an expert in that regard in the slightest. Perhaps this was the lunar cycle of this place? It did contain an eclipse in its design, after all. Or were those different heavenly bodies since some of them were different sizes? He… he didn't know.

But regardless, It was comfortable if not exceedingly cold. He hadn't noticed how chilly it had been until now, but now it was the only thing he could notice. There was no breeze, but the lack of any additional clothing actually chilled him greatly. Perhaps he should have asked why he’d needed to change clothes. He'd just assumed that there was a reason and gone from there, but now he was having second thoughts. At least it looked nice. And it closed with a built-in tie at the waist.

Now that he looked at it, it actually had a somewhat visually striking design. And it had a rather vintage feel to it. It was mildly to his liking. Not the sort of thing he would have picked for himself, but certainly the sort of thing he would be pleased with if he'd been gifted it.

And in a strange way, he almost felt like he was in a hospital gown awaiting surgery…

“What should I expect?” No one answered. Be it out of a lack of a desire to, instructions not to do so, or as a result of not realizing he was speaking to them, he couldn't be sure. But the uncomfortable self-awareness that came with the silence that settled over the room after he'd spoken was enough to render him silent for the time being.

Sirrus winced internally at the silence he received as an answer, crossing about half of the distance between him and V so that he could stand a few feet from him. Was this an inappropriate time to mention that he looked nice in the robe? Probably so.

“I wish I could tell you but…”

“You're as in the dark about this as I am, aren't you?” V said softly, a very apparent air of anxiety and unease creeping into his tone with every passing word that he spoke. He clasped his hands together in front of himself, pulling his shoulders inward as he allowed his eyes to fall down towards the floor at a slight angle, his head barely moving. He was uncomfortable. Deeply so. And Sirrus could see it in every fiber of his being. He radiated unease.

“Essentially,” Sirrus confessed, unsure as to what else he could really say. “I can only vouch for my own personal experience, and none of mine were anything like… this. They were… ”

Sirrus seemed to be struggling to figure out a way to articulate his thoughts, his mind running a thousand different places at once. He didn't want to say anything that would heighten his beloved companion's anxieties about what he was about to face, but he also refused to lie to him. That was something he never did if he could help it. V counted on his transparency, openness, and honesty. And he wasn't lying now. But he was acutely aware of the fact that his lack of ability to tell him basically anything about what he was about to experience was the least reassuring thing possible. And the only thing he wanted to be right now was comforting. It… pained him not to be. He wanted to step across the room and scoop V into his arms to physically shield him from everything else going on around him.

It felt like a failure on his part. He had stood where V stood and felt some semblance of what he now felt. He knew what it felt like to not have someone to speak with about something like that. The vulnerability one experienced when standing in a room full of people who they needed to trust but didn't know. To feel adrift in a space so unfamiliar and inhospitable. The mind was truly the worst horror there was, and lingering on possibilities when preparing to face the unknown was not a healthy route to take.

There was so much he wanted to say to V. So much that he wanted to do to ease his quiet suffering. But as things stood, he wasn't sure if his ideas would be of help to him or only serve as a hindrance. The young summoner needed to keep his mind clear. He didn't want to burden him or confuse him with anything by accident.

But at the same time, V needed an anchor. He hadn't said as much -or said much of anything for that matter- since they'd left the previous room and been brought here, but he'd noticed. Sirrus couldn't help but notice.

V looked like a scared, cornered kitten facing down a large predator. If it were possible, he'd fold his ears down like one, too. And he couldn't say that that analogy was far off, either. The task that loomed before him was as unknowable as a creature of prey stalking through the darkness. The only difference was that instead of retreating to fight another day he had to step into that darkness and face it where there would be no going back.

“Miserable but mostly unrelated to the task at hand?” V said with a tone so darkly expectant that it could only come from someone certain they were correct. And he was.

It actually took Sirrus a second to realize that V was finishing his statement for him. Or at least attempting to predict what he might say. His sudden silence probably came off as a lack of knowing what to say. As stunned silence. It was actually strangely touching to him in an unexpectedly sad way that even in his current situation, V was still trying to help him in little ways. Insignificant though they might be.

Sirrus nodded. That was a way of putting it. And he couldn't claim that it was incorrect by any meaningful measure. And for the first time since he'd entered the room, he noticed something in that moment of unbroken silence between them. Something that thing became simultaneously aware of in that instant. Their company had filtered out of the room, leaving just the two of them to speak in silence. No one had said a word. They'd simply left. They still had a little time to speak before they began. Aside from that, they were ready to proceed, at least physically.

“You’ve hit the nail on the head yet again,” Sirrus said, reaching over to place his hand gently on his friend's shoulder. V looked down at the floor for a moment, closing his eyes as he allowed his companion's gaze to fall onto him at close range. He just… couldn't look him in the eye right now. He wasn't sure why.

Looking up again, his eyes drifted almost lazily to the small round balcony only a short distance from them. The doors have been left open, perhaps to let in air. The adjudicator's eyes followed his gaze as v took a single step towards his new intended description, knowing that he didn't have to ask Sirrus to follow him. He simply understood. With a soft, knowing nod Sirrus removed his hand and opted to just follow him as he walked across the room and out onto the small space. Maybe fresh air would do them some good.

V wasn't a fan of heights, but there was something about this particular view that was so strange that it didn't even fully register to the part of his brain that would normally run in terror from such things. This place couldn't make up its mind as to whether or not it wanted to be dark or light out. Day and night were simply too much to ask for in a place like this. Maybe it was like some places in the world where you had one or the other for months at a time. Maybe it was always like this. He hoped to never know firsthand. He didn't want to be here any longer than he needed to be. The sense of wonderment he'd felt only earlier that day when he first set his eyes upon the place had evaporated, and only vague feelings of dread and homesickness remained.

He missed the view from Sirrus's cozy apartment. He missed the serene beauty of nature. The quiet of the early morning lake the morning he'd arrived with Sirrus. He missed the little street he lived on where nothing ever happened. Kyrie and Nero’s cozy little dining room with mismatched cushions on every chair. Magnolia's cozy little townhouse. Hell, V even missed Dante's office. Broken glass, loud music, and all. Even Nico’s questionable driving skills behind the wheel of the van.

He… wanted to be anywhere but this place. Anywhere away from here.

And he knew that there was nothing keeping him in this place but himself, but that was the point, wasn't it? He needed to be here. There was a point where “need” removed choice. And he was choosing to be here to avoid the eventuality where that line was crossed. Because he didn't want to wait till it was that bad. Not again. If they thought they could help him get to the bottom of this, and Sirrus had pulled the strings that he’d pulled to get him here, then he wasn't going to walk away without a fight. You needed to throw at least one punch before he could live with himself for walking out of the ring.

Sitting down on the flagstone ground beneath himself, the young descendant of Sparta reached up and brushed his hair out of his right eye, his gaze a thousand miles away: settled on something so far away that he couldn't see it. He wasn't sure that there was anything else out there, even if that had been implied. In that way, perhaps this place was no different from the rest of the world. Just a vast structure floating in a void for reasons beyond his comprehension or control. But this wasn't the rock floating in the nebulous void that he was used to. He wanted to return to that one. He could never get used to this place.

He ignored how cold the stone was to his bare feet. It was clean. Cleaner than any outdoor surface he'd ever touched. He was subconsciously grateful for the thin robe they'd given him. He wouldn't have frozen to death without it, but he imagined the backs of his legs and thighs would go to sleep from the cold. This was… something.

Sirrus joined him after a minute or so. He hadn't wanted to crowd him out. He needed time to think. Time he was rapidly losing. But with nowhere better to go, the red-haired man settled down beside him, still giving him the space he needed but still close enough to touch should V wish to do so for any reason.

He wondered if he should tell him. Tell him how lost he looked sitting there on that balcony feigning a sense of ease and acceptance toward the path laid out in front of him. Tell V that he wasn't going anywhere.

“I don't know if I've ever told you this, but I died once. Not so long ago, in fact.”

Sirrus's reaction was one of dignified, reserved horror. His face barely shifted at all but his breath stilled like he'd just had all the air kicked out of him. As he attempted to absorb the weight of what he'd just been permitted to know, so many questions arose from seemingly nowhere. V could practically see the sparkle of concerned perplexment in his eyes; the undeniable urge to ask him what had happened. He even parted his lips slightly. But he possessed just enough self-control not to cross that line, despite the fact that V didn't mind if he did. Sirrus was obviously fearful that he would push his companion further than he was willing to go. Sirrus had no way of knowing how far was too far, but intuition told him when he was approaching the edge.

“You haven't. No.” He spoke in hushed, breathless tones as though it just run down his spine. Perhaps it had. “I think I would remember a thing like that.”

V nodded a single time. He couldn't argue with that. It was a memorable revelation. “You weren't going to ask?”

Sirrus produced a gesture somewhere between a head shake and a shrug, raising his shoulder slightly while also tilting his head from side to side a handful of times, his palms rolling to face upward as he gave him a soft look.

“I was going to let you tell me what you thought I needed to know.” He admitted. He would be lying to say that he wasn't very morbidly curious, but he knew there were simply some questions you didn't ask someone, especially when they were being candid with you during a vulnerable moment. “You've never led me astray thus far, but I didn't want to push, mo chara daor.”

“What… does that mean? What you just said.” V said softly, giving him a peculiar look. By his recollection, that was the second time he'd heard that phrase today, but he didn't know what it meant. It rolled off the tongue beautifully when his friend said it, but he wasn't going to try that for even a second.

“My dearest friend. It's Irish Gaelic. A beautiful language I don't hear spoken enough anymore. I think I speak it sometimes out of fear that I might forget it. It's not my native tongue but… ” Sirrus took a moment to reminisce about a time long since passed, something distant in his silver eyes as he allowed his head to rest on his shoulder and his bent elbow on his slightly raised thigh. “I can stop saying that if you’d prefer.”

V looked at him in utter silence. It wasn't a cold silence, and there wasn't even a drop of anger left in him by this point to even direct towards anything, so it was neither of those things, but there was still a glimmer of something. And after about a minute he let out a soft sigh, blinking slowly before opening his eyes again, even if they were only open about halfway.

“Please… never do that,” V said with utter seriousness. There was an unmistakable softness to his tone, and that same somewhat sad glimmer remained in his eyes that had been there moments before, but there was just something so genuinely in his tone that it took Sirrus off guard. “Something in my heart flutters every time you share bits and pieces of something you love with me. Perhaps it's just the poet in me. I've always loved the romantic quality of language. The beauty of what we express with sounds and symbols on parchment. I never want something so beautiful to die, and words live as long as you use them. So keep using them. Enough beautiful things die before their time.”

“V… ” He honestly didn't know what to say to that. What words to use to surmise how touched he was by that sentiment? It was just… “I… Yes. You're absolutely right.”

In his time he'd seen that very thing happen over and over again. More rapidly in more modern times. He feared the day that the list of languages narrowed down to single digits and everything else faded to the folklore of textbooks and old documents in museums like the languages of yore already had. The passage of time was brutal. But I hope that this was one thing that would never come to pass.

“I'll tell you more about what I brought up before… later. I just wanted to say that… I'm glad that I met you, Sirrus.” V looked over at him with sincerity and fondness. There was no questioning for even a moment whether or not he meant the words he'd just spoken as he slowly stood up, clutching his robe to himself as the breeze picked up and whipped it around him, Sirrus standing with him half to see what he was doing and half in case he needed him. It might as well have been carved in crystal. He treasured their… whatever this was. Was this what friendship was like? He liked it. “I'd die again if I had to just to know you. I genuinely would.”

Sirrus blinked in surprise. Genuinely touched surprise, but surprise nonetheless. When had things become so dire? There was never a dull moment with V, was there? But he wouldn't complain. Or disagree. He was… what were even the right words to use to describe it?

“And I'm privileged to know you. To share space with you. To be your friend.”

No. That wasn't all he could say on the matter. All that he needed to say. All that he meant to say. And although he still couldn't say all of it now, it was something he did need to say. He stood just a bit closer, ignoring the slight sting of the cold air. He could only imagine how cold V must feel right now. He reached out and placed his hand on V’s upper arm. Not that he could tell much by its circumference. Sometimes he forgot how much of a string bean V was. But he didn't move to hold him in place or even really grip him. Just to reassure him that he was there.

“It's funny. Back on the boat when Gustave made his joke. I wasn't embarrassed because Gustav was incorrect. I was embarrassed because I hadn't realized until then how easy I was to read. How utterly... Sentimental I've become over the years. How obviously my affections towards those I care for might be to others.” Sirrus chuckled gently, a low rumble reverberating from within his chest. He shook his head as he half closed his eyes, almost amused by himself. He had to look rather silly, didn't he? With his red hair whipping around them both as they stood there like idiots in the freezing cold. It was normally just past the bottom of his shoulder blades lengthwise. Maybe he should cut it soon. “That was something I was always taught to hide. Shamed for. That for me to care for someone was to harm them because to know me was pain. I don't think that anymore. I haven't for a while now. You disapprove that every time we interact. But I've still been afraid to care about anyone, myself included. To trust. I think all of us just want to be known. I feel known with you.”

V didn't say anything. He just blinked rapidly, a certain pain in his eyes that was hard to name. He clearly hadn't expected Sirrus to say that. And rather it be from the stinging wind in his eyes or the wave of genuine warmth he felt flood him from Sirrus’s words, he felt a few stray tears roll down his face. But he wasn't sad, not in the way that would cause this. So he did the only thing he could do.

He stepped forward and threw his arms around his friend, just as happy to be near him as he was scared to go through with this plan. He pulled him into a tight hug, burying his face into his chest as he wrapped his arms around his upper back.

Sirrus let out a slow, soft breath, chuckling softly. He couldn't tell if V felt better, but he didn't feel worse, so he could live with that. He tucked his arms under V’s, hugging him along the length of his back and pulling him in closer, quietly hoping that he didn't break his back or something. Embracing him tightly. This certainly satiated his desire to shield him from his troubles for at least a little while. This was… this was nice. He liked this. They both did.

“The bird a nest, the spider a web. Man friendship.” V said in a muffled tone, his face still tucked into Sirrus's chest. He loosened his grip but was not quite ready to let go. He wanted to get this over with but also didn't want to move from this spot. It was a strange, hellish situation to be in. And although Sirrus couldn't pinpoint where that quote had come from, he had a hunch.

Just as the two of them finally realized that their arms were starting to get tired, there was a small knock at the door. A knock that neither of them was especially excited to hear, frankly. They knew it was coming eventually, but still.

“I think that's the door. It's time.” Sirrus said as they released one another, V fixing his robe. The sleeves had shifted and the front hadn't been tied quite as tightly as he'd thought. There was no need for Sirrus to see him undressed more than once in their lifetimes. “I'll walk you over and stay while you're there. I'm not going anywhere.”

V nodded somewhat hesitantly, traces of that same nervousness making their way back into him as he willed himself forward. This was something else could do. He had to. But at least he wouldn't be alone. He never would be so long as Sirrus was there And that brought him some small measure of peace.

“Let's get this over with. I just hope it doesn't hurt.” V said as Sirrus walked him towards the door and into the custody of their host. He'd had enough of that for one day, thank you. If he could get through the rest of the night without any further suffering, he would be extremely grateful.

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I'm not crying, you're crying! Ugh, I love these two. If only I wasn't so terrible at writing romance I would write a romance fluff spin-off of these two just for shits and giggles. Lol, fanfiction of my fanfiction! Someone do something with these two losers! Maybe I will still try one of these days because I find them equally compelling as both friends and otherwise because they are JUST. SO. WHOLESOME. *Ugly dramatic crying.*

Ahem. So anyway… It feels good to be back! I hope you liked the chapter! Sorry for any spelling errors. Autocorrect has been pretty aggressive recently on Google Docs, and I did part of this on my phone while I was resting in bed, so I hope I caught everything. I'll be posting another chapter on Friday, March 1st, 2024! Look forward to it! I hope you have a wonderful week and I'll see you in the comments and on Discord if you're hanging out over there! Thank you for reading and I'll see you all soon! Thank you again for everything! Bye bye!

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kaet-draws · 2 months

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Vergil's still working through some bad habits

Based on this tumblr post :)

#devil may cry #dmc vergil #vergil sparda #dmc v #dmc nico #dmc5 #you ever see a post that screams ur fav and you had to draw it. yeah #ive had worked thru my ENTIRE dmc drawing checklist so now i gotta ponder my orb for more #*2024 #IGNORE THE FACT I DIDNT DRAW EITHER V'S OR NICO'S TATTOOS #i forgor

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flockoff · 2 months

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In a another world, Peak of Combat has a plot that involves Time Travel Shenanigans which puts V in one of the Funniest Situations.

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princessnoctis · 10 months

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brothers

#hi i haven’t posted art in awhile!#devil may cry #dmc #devil may cry 5 #dmc5 #devil may cry 3 #dmc3 #visions of v #dante #dmc dante #vergil #dmc vergil

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ryanthel0ser · 7 months

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I need to take a moment to appreciate Ogata's artwork for DMC because what did they put into that artstyle oh my god (also I have a bunch of the art they made when they first started to work on Visions of V and I want to share the ones I have saved)

#btw if you have a DMC artwork that you can't find or was lost to Tumblr and you posted it around 2019-2020 I might have it saved to a folder #before i had social media I would literally save everything I found #i dont have the credits saved for any of them though because younger me did not think to do that #shame on her #dmc #devil may cry #if there are more now send them to me they are like drugs to me #i love this style so much #visions of v is just eye candy the entire time

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that-gay-guy-from-hell · 3 months

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A Devil's Secret Wingman: Vergil x G/N Reader

APPARENTLY, I NEVER POSTED THIS HERE; I WROTE THIS BACK IN MARCH OF 2023 LMFAO WHAT THE FUCK--

SUMMARY: As time has gone on, random appearances from a certain blue apparition happened more and more. A part of you wonders why but you had never dared to ask Vergil; however, the sly blue ghostly devil had a different plan in store.

BEGINNING NOTES: I don’t know why I really like the idea of Vergil in yoga pants right now; I just do. Also when Doppel shakes their upper half; I am imagining something similar to a bird fluffing its feathers. Yes, I know that Vergil + Dante’s DT/Sin DTs don’t have feathers but I feel like they’d still do it; plus it would make Vergil’s (Sin Trigger) shoulder pauldrons move according to how they work on the concept art page. 💝🩵💝 Vergil x G/N Reader Unestablished relationship Some good ol’ fluff

INSPIRED BY:

A Doppelganger's Projection--By: DevilSwordVergil

Devil's Advocate--By: LadyMuzzMuzz

These are both super cute and I love them ngl

Visitations from a certain bright blue apparition had become a regular occurrence when you visited the Devil May Cry. It didn't typically matter what was going on; night or day, before or after a job--as long as you were alone, the glowing blue devil would make time to see you. At first, you thought that Vergil had been doing this to keep an eye on you while he was up in his room; however, as time went by, you realized that Vergil didn’t even have to be awake for Doppel to appear--sometimes you'd even get a visit when Vergil was out and about. It had become a part of your routine, one which you reveled in greatly.

Today was no exception.

Vergil and you were on “shop duty”, being tasked with the monotonous secretary work of (the) Devil May Cry. Everyone else had various contracts to complete or were on vacation; leaving you and the blue twin alone for an undisclosed amount of time.

You sighed heavily, “I’m so fucking bored…” you leaned forward in the desk chair and set your head on the desk with a small thunk.

It had been nearly three hours and there wasn’t a single phone call or walk-in; it was as dead as dead can be. A part of you had hoped that Vergil might join you downstairs for a while, maybe even a long while; but, you hadn’t seen nor heard from the Dark Slayer all day. Which was fine, it’s not like the two of you don’t see each other all the time, but you couldn’t help but yearn to be near him--even if it just meant that you were occupying the same room.

A small joyful chirping caught your attention. You tilted your head up slightly and stared from the tops of your eyes. Standing at the bottom of the stairs was the blue ghostly doppelgänger that you expected to visit at some point.

You picked your head up. Placing your elbow on the desk and resting your chin in your palm, you flashed them a bright beaming smile, “Hey Doppel, come to join me?”

Although you knew that the devil couldn’t speak, you would talk to them as if they were able to respond; which to be fair they technically could. Your smile widened as they wiggled a bit, a sign that you'd learned meant they were happy or in agreement. The devil approached you and stood in front of the desk with a tilted head.

“Wanna sit with me?” you smiled as you sat up and watched Doppel wriggle faster, spreading their wings slightly in excitement, “Alright,” you stood from the chair.

With a loud scrapping sound, you moved the coffee table out from in front of the pleather couch--making sure to give the devil enough room. With a playful huff and bounce, you sat on the couch.

The sound of their claws daintily clicking on the hardwood floor made you giggle in amusement. They stood in front of the couch before tilting their head once more.

“What?” you watched their hands as they gestured along the couch, asking you to lay down, “Oh? Okay, sure..?”

It was a bit odd since they had never asked for that before but you did as you were asked. With a curious tilt to your brow, you watched as the devil sat above you, straddling your legs. If this had been the real Vergil, you surely would’ve been crushed to death by now; thankfully, Doppel (typically) weighed almost nothing. Another laugh left your lips as you watched the dangerous devil knead into your chest with both his hands, emitting a thunderous purr; reminding you of a cat. Meanwhile, you gently ran your hands along the devil's body.

After a minute or two, they carefully laid on top of you; encompassing you entirely. You smiled as you nestled your face into (where there typically would be) grey scales above their blue V. Carefully, they rubbed the underside of their chin against the top of your head. Between the heat and the vibrations of their purrs, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep; forgetting all about your shop work.

Nearly an hour later, you were still sleeping happily with the blue devil doing the same. However, a different blue devil had come downstairs to check on you; worried that you hadn’t answered the shop's phone several times. Now, he could only stare at the sight before him.

The sight of you, his partner and secret romantic interest, being smothered by his own duplicate. Doppel noticed Vergil’s sudden appearance and curiously turned their head towards him.

With a large and envious scowl, Vergil snapped his fingers in an attempt to de-summon the blue apparition but was only met with a small wiggling motion in defiance. This movement was enough to stir you awake.

Only having your eyes half open, you mumbled to your ghostly cuddle-bug, “Somethin’ wrong Doppel?”

They looked down at you and back to Vergil. You turned your head to the side and became pale at the sight of Doppel’s owner. Vergil had moved further into the room and stood next to the desk with folded arms. A small blush spread across your face upon seeing his oddly casual apparel; a pair of semi-form-fitting black yoga pants and his typical turtlenecked dark blue vest. Upon seeing that you noticed Vergil, Doppel took their leave with a small chirp of happiness.

Vergil swallowed audibly and looked away from your eyes, a small amount of pink pricked at his features--embarrassed about this situation, “Forgive me, I was unaware of their summoning,” his voice was meek and caught you off guard.

You smiled as you sat up, “Don’t worry about it… If I’m honest,” you placed a hand on the back of your neck awkwardly, “I actually enjoy these little visits.”

“This- This has happened before?” Vergil’s gaze turned back to you filled with concern and confusion.

“Yeah..?” you cocked your head slightly, “Haven’t you been sending Doppel to stay with me?”

The twin looked at you with parted lips and wide-eyed expression; telling you that your assumption was far from correct.

Before you were able to question him more, Vergil went back up the stairs and holed himself back up in his room.

“Shit,” a loud sigh left your lips as you flung your head backwards, hitting the crown of your head on the back cushions; fearing that this would somehow bite you in the ass later.

You waited a while to see if Vergil would come back downstairs and were disappointed when he didn’t. Another heavy sigh left your lips as you stood up from the couch and tended to your assigned work.

After that was completed, you quickly became bored again and looked around for something to bide your time. That’s when you realized how dirty the DMC had become making you scrunch your face in disgust. So, you decided to take upon the hefty maid work and got to it.

Three hours of exhausting scrubbing and cleaning later, you flopped face down on the sofa, satisfied with your work. Slowly, you felt the warm gentle hold of sleep taking hold of you or was it something else? Before you could question it too much, you fell back asleep.

After a half hour or so, you tried to turn over and felt something stop you. Irritatedly, you opened your eyes and noticed luminescent wings and arms wrapped around you. It seemed that Doppel had not only returned to you but was sleeping on top of you.

“Doppel?” you whispered and got a small tail wag in response, “Can you let me up?”

They looked at you for a moment, presumably in thought, then slid off you. You sat up and let out a low groan as you stretched your arms upwards, cracking your back. The large devil sat facing you with crisscrossed legs, reminding you of how juvenile the ghost acted in comparison to its master.

With a small laugh, you turned to put one leg up on the couch, “So… What’s with you? I hear that you’ve been visiting me without permission?” you cocked your head curiously.

The blue devil chirped in affirmation.

"Why?"

Doppel’s tail gently moved to point at your chest before laying it on your lap. Carefully, you pet the sharp scales; giving extra care to go pet down the tail so you didn’t slice your hand.

“My chest, huh?” you shook your head with a faint smile, “I don’t understand.”

The light blue figure cocked its head slightly before shaking its upper body with a loud chirp. Then, they took their hands and fumbled with them for a moment, before they made a crude heart shape with their fingers.

With pursed lips and a furrowed brow, you huffed quietly in confusion, “A heart?” the blue devil shook with another loud chirp--indicating that you were correct, “What..? You just love spending time with me or something?” admittedly, you found that idea to be adorable.

Doppel looked over and stared at the staircase; which you copied.

“Wait,” you froze and looked at Doppel with wide eyes, “You mean that Vergil-?”

A third loud chirp came from them as they wriggled in place.

With parted lips, you tried to come up with a response. However, before you were able, Doppel sat on their knees, still on the couch, and poked your chest with their finger this time.

“Are you asking if I..?” your voice was hushed as Doppel wiggled a bit, “Oh, well- I,” you stumbled over your thoughts and words. Admittedly, you’d never said it out loud before or told anyone about how you felt for the older brother; despite the incessant pestering of Nico and Dante, “Yeah, I-” a small smile tugged at your lips as you sighed contently, “I do love Vergil.”

The blue apparition carefully cupped your face within its hands and made an odd purring chirp noise; one you’d never heard before. They continued to purr afterwards and just stared into your eyes. That’s when you realized what Doppel was asking you to do.

“No way,” you shook your head slightly, still confined by the devil’s hands, “I can’t tell him. Do you know how much he’d hate me over something--”

Another loud chirping purr cut you off; this time, however, Doppel wriggled harder and spread their wings out in clear disagreement.

“You sure about this?” you whispered as you felt them squish your face closer together, making you scrunch up, “Alright- Alright, I’ll go,” Doppel let go of your face as you laughed nervously.

A deep nervous feeling grew in your gut as you stood up and slowly ascended the stairs, with Doppel following suit. Once in front of Vergil’s door, you stopped and looked over at the apparition with pursed lips. Doppel decided to force things along further and knocked loudly on the door for you, making you cuss loudly at the ghostly devil.

The door opened and Vergil stood there with a raised brow; however, before he spoke, he noticed his Doppelgänger standing beside you.

“What- How?!” Vergil’s voice was angry as he glared at the blue ghost.

Doppel straightened their posture with a curious tilt of their head.

The eldest twin’s lip twitched in irritation at their counterpart.

Meekly, you broke Vergil’s death glare at the apparition, “Hey, could we,” you shrugged with one shoulder, “talk for a minute?”

Vergil eyed you up and down, “Fine, give me a moment,” with that, he turned back into his room and shut the door.

You turned to Doppel and became increasingly confused. They were ruffling their top half with their wings wide spread and their tail flicking around.

“What’s up with you?” you were unsure if they were excited or angry.

The ghost looked at you and patted the top of your head, still wriggling around.

With a small shake of your head, you smirked a wide smile at them, “You’re quite excited, huh?”

Before they could give a clear response, Vergil’s bedroom door opened again.

The twin sighed and moved to the side, “You may enter.”

“Are you sure you want me in your room? You never--”

“Yes.”

With a coy nod, you smiled, “Okay, thank you.”

Vergil gave you a flat smile and shut the door as he watched Doppel wave to him and then fade.

A heavy sigh came from the twin as he stood facing the door for a moment, attempting to hide his growing nervousness. Vergil turned to face you and took a few steps closer. The two of you awkwardly stood in the middle of the open space. Admittedly, the eldest son’s room was rather plain; only having essential items, a few bookshelves, and a small desk.

“It’s nice in here,” you smiled and avoided his piercing gaze, “it’s very well-kempt; a reflection of its inhabitant.”

Although Vergil was flattered by your compliment, he was uncomfortable by someone else’s presence in his space; making his tone rather snappy, “What do you want?”

You pursed your lips and shrank down into yourself, taking his tone as a bad sign, “Doppel told me something, and I--” you shot a glance at him and noticed his brow was furrowed, “I was made to come up here to talk with you.”

“Speak then.”

“Well,” you bit your tongue, “you know what, never mind; just forget this happened,” with your tail between your legs, you attempted to retreat and leave, when you felt him grab your forearm.

Without turning to you, Vergil spoke in a hushed tone, “No, I want to hear what you have to say.”

A sigh left your nose as you turned your head to the side, looking at the side profile of the stone-faced man, “Promise you won’t be mad?”

Vergil copied your action, turning his head to face you, “Fine.”

Your heart rate spiked as you locked eyes with his icy eyes and a small blush dusted your face. Vergil released his hold on your arm and turned fully to see you with folded arms.

You looked away from him again and tensed up as you whispered, “Doppel wanted me to tell you about how,” with a scrunched face, you braced for the worst, “I have feelings for you.”

His voice was sharp and he squinted his eyes, “What kind of feelings ?”

With a barely audible voice and a small nervous laugh, you answered, “Romantic ones…”

The room fell silent. A thick uncomfortable tension hung in the air as Vergil just stared at you. If he had stabbed you with the Yamato or scoffed in response; that would have been preferable then him just standing completely still and silent. A part of you wanted to bolt out the door and just run from this, but you were frozen in fear.

“Is that your version of a confession?”

Unable to look at him, you nodded.

Vergil’s stare softened and he let out a gentle sigh, “Let me guess,” slowly, he approached you and stopped only a few inches from you, “my doppelgänger told you about my own feelings then?”

With another small nod, you focused on his boots that had come into view.

“Then may I ask why you were hesitant to tell me..?”

You whispered, “I figure Doppel was just messing with me.”

Vergil gave a flat smile. Gently he set his thumb and forefinger on your chin, tilting you up for him to see. Neither of you spoke as he slowly ran his thumb over your parted lips, making your face turn a few shades darker. Eventually, you met his gaze and noticed his expression had softened greatly; the first time you’d seen him this mellow.

Vergil whispered as he stared down at your lips, “May I..?”

You gave a small grin, “Of course.”

With a very slow and careful lean, Vergil connected his mouth to yours. You sheepishly placed your hands on his sides, making him push a bit harder into the kiss. His lips were broiling hot as he slowly moved his lips against yours. After a few moments, Vergil broke the kiss off and leaned back enough to look you over; attempting to gauge your response. A small smile tugged at your lips and you noticed that Vergil had the same expression.

He moved his hand to rest on the side of your jaw, gently thumbing over your cheekbone, “I assume that was proof enough?”

Curious as to how he would respond, you inched toward him and cocked your head slightly, “Mnm, I dunno; think I might need another just to be sure.”

He shyly looked down and leaned back into you, intertwining once more. This time, however, Vergil made sure to pour everything he had into the kiss. Quickly, he moved both hands to your waist and pulled you tight to his body, making you squeak in surprise. Using this to his advantage, he pushed his tongue into your mouth.

After a few minutes of fervourous kissing, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily. Vergil gently nuzzled against the side of your neck and placed sweet kisses along it; very quietly purring.

While the two of you were enjoying each other's embrace, a loud yell from downstairs caught your attention, it seems that Dante had returned. However, when you tried to separate from Vergil, he pulled you closer.

“Stay, my brother can wait,” his voice was laden with a thick husky seduction as he continued to kiss down your neck, “I’m not done showing you how much I love you.”

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deus-and-the-machina · 1 year

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you know the contrast between how Vergil is presented vs thinking too hard about Vergil’s story is pretty funny. Man’s reputation is this iconic badass, the pinnacle of what video game rivalries can be, the coolest guy to play as, the guy who breaks every game he’s added to,

and then you go to the story and like. man’s lost his free will and autonomy at 19 and then came back a fractured man half of which was a lovecraftian eye beast the other half of which was a chronically ill goth man. and then he reunites and hes in like his 40s now I believe but legit the last time he was actually in a game where he wasn’t being mind controlled when he was 19 which is both sad but also thinking about how this guy who’s considered one of the top badasses of gaming has never really lived life outside of being a teenager.

Anyways this is the secret comedic potential of post DMC5 for Vergil because not only has the human world probably changed a fair bit in terms of technology, if he’s sticking around Dante he’s gonna actually have to learn in depth how taxes and grocery shopping work. Amazing.

#thinking about dmc seriously for the first time in a while...I never stopped the occasional canary reblog but hmmmmmmm #like I imagine post 3 Vergil was probably similarly doing mercenary/demon killing work to get money like Dante was and thats sorta shown in #the novels. but like before that when he was a young young kid just post attack he was probably just living feral in an alleyway or smth #with just the yamato prolly similar to how v at the start of visions of v was. that child mugged and dumpster dived ok #point is while obviously he got to a place where he wasnt like. broke and homeless by the gilver era hes probably not had to think much #about money besides it buys me food and clothes mans was confused by one goaland power and yada yada while guess what buddy now you're #gonna be consumed by adulting. I dont even think he'd be that bothered by Dante not paying the bills at first but once he settles into human #living and gets a firsthand experience of what a cold shower when the heating is off feels like he is ON his ass about it #he pretends hes sooooo above human concerns until he has to live them lol and nowhes in charge of devil may crys finances prolly #nero taught him how to do taxes I bet #devil may cry #vergil sparda #vergil

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thealatvs · 5 months

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nothing’s new

#devil may cry #dmc #dmc dante #dante devil may cry #spardacest #verdan #dmc vergil #vd #vergil devil may cry #vergil x dante #cw gore #i forgot to post it to match on twt……….#gore #i think this crosses the line of slight gore??????#v devil may cry #nelo angelo #urizen too(hes the tentacles)

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dailyweezer · 1 year

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Day 119: Devil May Cry

(Requested by @thestinkiestratman)

#this post featuring dante from the devil may cry series #weezer #blue album #devil may cry #dmc #v dmcv #dante dmc #vergil dmc #nero dmc

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tinteatime · 11 months

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#GOOD MORNING DANTE #ITS BEEN A MONTH #Dante #DMCV #Devil May Cry 5 #I really wanted to post a version without the text underneath so #ya know #The 15th of June #DMC V #Griffon my beloved :)#Mission 10

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Saudade Chapter Twelve: Nostalgic Nascency

I'm posting this for this week (3/22/2024) because I had the flu and didn't finish writing the latest chapter of Hiraeth! Thanks! Enjoy!

Chapter Twelve: Nostalgic Nascency

Note: Hey, everyone! I feel better now! Thank you for the well wishes! Thankfully we caught it relatively early so it didn't end up becoming too horrendous. Wow, I can't remember the last time I got the flu. It just never stops, does it lol? But anyway, I'm feeling better now. I figured I'd give you guys this fun little chapter while I finish the three bigger chapters I'm working on for Petrichor. Didn't get much done while I was asleep for like four days!

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The office had been quiet for the majority of the day, Dante having vacated it rather early that morning to go and do something that had come up at the very last minute. It had apparently involved the girls if the note that he'd left for his older twin on the desk was anything to go by. He'd given no further details, but considering that he'd left at the crack of dawn, the older of the two couldn't do anything other than assume that it must be important and that he would probably get a briefing about it when he returned if it was worth talking about.

Planting himself in the front entrance just in case the phone actually decided to ring for once, he settled in with a book and spent the majority of his morning there after eating whatever he'd managed to find in the fridge. It seemed he was going to have to cook dinner again. He couldn't say that that bothered him, but it was something he made a mental note of. Cooking wasn't something that he minded, but he did mind when it was sprung upon him at the last possible moment. Like this.

As he was approaching the midpoint in his book, he heard a familiar sound. Morrison's car had just pulled up in front of the office, and he didn't need to guess as to its potential occupants. Moments later, the devil hunter in the red trench coat entered the premises, surprisingly alone. And the sound of the car backing out of the parking space out front told him that they would remain that way. Interesting. Perhaps he'd returned to town alone? And that raised an intriguing question in of itself as far as he was concerned. Did Dante even know how to drive? He'd never actually seen him do so. Was that just another one of those peculiar things he didn't know how to do at his age? Not that he could say much. He didn't either. But he wasn't going to volunteer that fact.

Making his way over to the desk, he plopped his coat down on top of it, returning his sword to the wall behind it. He then let out a long sigh and made a beeline for the couch, something that Vergil considered commenting on verbally but didn't get the chance to before he'd reached his destination. And the look on his face made it rather hard to tell if this was about to be good or bad news.

“Hey, so while we were out I gotcha somethin’,” Dante said with a slight huff. He didn't seem out of breath, but he did seem slightly… anxious. That was uncharacteristic of him.

Vergil stared at him as though he'd just spoken to him in a dialect that he'd never heard of before. Had he taken ill while he was gone? He couldn't recall Dante ever doing that and vice versa. The only thing he could recall was him snagging things that he'd been given as a child, but never the other way around.

“Are you daft?” It was a genuine question, one born of a mixture of disbelief and intrigue. That was the last thing he'd expected to hear that day.

“Nah, just saw this and thought “hmm, my terminally grumpy older brother might be into it” so I grabbed it. But if you’re not interested I could-.” Dante didn't get to finish his statement before Vergil interjected, something that he seemed to find vaguely humorous if the gradual shift in his expression was anything to go off of. Ah. So he had the Darkslayer’s attention, did he? Good.

Looking at him with an air of suspicion, the older of the two bookmarked his page and set the book aside, folding his arms as he gave his younger brother his full attention. “What is it?”

“A surprise,” Dante said, almost too pleased with himself. He couldn't skip the opportunity to mess with his brother at least a little, now could he? Where was the fun in that?

Sighing slightly as he set up from the partially reclined position he'd been sitting in, Vergil gave him a curious look. This day had certainly taken an unexpected turn, hadn’t it? “Have I ever been known to enjoy surprises, Dante?”

“Nope! But have I ever done things the way you’d prefer me to?” Dante said with a laugh, folding his arms around his chest as he gripped the box in his offhand. It was small, mostly flat and rectangular. The kind of box that you couldn't fit most things in, so it had probably been specifically made for whatever was inside of it. That roused suspicion in of itself.

“Fair.” Vergil sighed. How… transparent of him. For better or for worse, that was a brutally honest response. It was rare that they both agreed to do something on mutual terms, but they had been managing to do that more than not lately. Still, he genuinely wasn't someone who was fond of surprises, and he knew that his brother knew this. What was this about? “How can I know if I want it if I have no idea what it is?”

“By opening it, obviously,” Dante then thrust the box into his grip before pulling his hands away and holding them up in a defensive stance as if to signal surrender. The box was within the care of the blue devil now. What he did with it was his decision. But he wasn't going to take no for an answer in regards to at least giving it to him. “The girls thought I'd lost my mind when they saw that I grabbed this. After all, it's not really my kind of thing, but they had no idea it was yours.”

“Quite. As I do now.” Vergil thought to himself as he looked down at the box. This was… interesting. Was he wrong to think that he could almost smell what was in the box? He only barely resisted the urge to shake it like a small child out of reflex, but decided against it. At least for now. Knowing his luck he would destroy whatever was contained within if he did so.

“No occasion. Just our birthday.” Dante said almost too nonchalantly considering the gravity of the statement he’d just made. “No big deal.”

Vergil’s head whipped upward towards his younger twin with mind-boggling speed and away from the box that he held within his grip, a look of profound, visible shock apparent to anyone who could see his face. He knew he hadn't misheard him, but that just didn't seem possible. And yet…

“That's today.” It wasn't a question. It was a statement. A statement of confusion. He'd spent so long not paying that much mind to the date that he'd honestly forgotten what month it was, let alone the passage of time. And yet he knew in his gut that it was correct. It was something he always knew. Except this time for whatever reason. Perhaps being back in the human world for so long had skewed his perception of time? Perhaps the fact that it mattered for once had caused it to slip his mind like all important things seemed to. But that also raised an important question. “How old are we, exactly?”

Dante shrugged, incredulous. His reaction came off as partially sarcastic but also mostly genuinely unsure. The truth of the matter was that he actually hadn't given it much thought. His focus had been simply on seeing what his older brother's reaction would be to what was inside of the box for the majority of the day, and that hadn't changed in the slightest since he’d arrived home.

“Hell if I know. I stopped counting years ago. Just felt kinda… hollow. And it was always a reminder.”

Vergil didn't have to ask what it was a reminder of. That much was rather obvious given the circumstances. Their shared birthday was a difficult topic for various, multi-faceted reasons, none of which he liked to think about. But he would still accept the gift. If only to humor Dante. He had no reason not to. Besides, The barely concealed pained look upon his younger twin's visage was evidence enough that he probably shouldn't probe into the depths of something he already had taken a dip into previously.

Without another word, Vergil opted to simply open the box. It was one of those little cardboard boxes that gave the appearance of already being wrapped. A smart choice considering that his brother was… incapable of neatly wrapping anything with paper. Try as he might, he always seemed to either get the paper cut wrong, cut it too short, or wrap it crooked. He was good at eyeballing many things, but wrapping paper was not one of them. Best to leave it to the professionals.

More to his surprise than he’d perhaps initially expected, Vergil instantly recognized the item within the box.

It was an extra-large chocolate bar. And a fancy chocolate bar at that.

Blinking in evident surprise, he looked at the piece of candy and then back at Dante… and then back at the piece of candy. He hadn't so much as seen one of these in at least two decades. He couldn't even recall what they remotely tasted like, but he did faintly recall that he'd had a great fondness for them when they'd been children. They'd even fought over it once on their birthday due to his younger twin's preference for strawberries as opposed to his own. Neither of them hated the other's personal preferences on this matter, but their preferences were preferences for a reason. He couldn't believe that he'd actually just given him this.

Perhaps brought to a state of discomfort by his lack of response and the lingering silence that fell over the room, Dante cleared his throat slightly. “I, um figured you probably hadn't had one of these in a long time so… “

He wasn't sure what else to say about it. That had been why he'd purchased it aside from remembering that he'd snagged one of his as a kid and never given it back. Call it payback for being a greedy little git all those years ago. Not that he was going to bring that up. No need to remind him. He'd been pretty pissed about it back then.

To his surprise, Vergil actually sat the box down and started to unwrap the candy bar. It was one of those fancy ones wrapped in gold foil and encased in a cardboard sleeve you had to remove it from before unwrapping it. The label read “milk chocolate” in a cursive font so complex that it was almost illegible. That was how you knew it was the good stuff.

As it turned out, it was partitioned into squares and didn't contain any fillings or toppings. It was just a pure, no frills except for the fancy design stamped into it, high-quality chocolate bar. And upon snapping off a piece and popping it into his mouth, he discovered as much. Sitting there in utter silence, he closed his eyes for a moment and felt a wave of nostalgia he hadn't expected to wash over him hit him like a tidal wave. He was suddenly flooded with a menagerie of fond memories from his youth that he had forgotten he’d once had. The last time he could recall eating chocolate had been with Vivienne. It had truly been that long. A lifetime ago.

Yes. That was right. He’d loved this stuff once upon a time.

And apparently, he still did. This candy bar wasn't surviving the rest of the day. It probably wasn't surviving the next few minutes. And he felt no shame about it, either. This was simply a reality he was going to accept. He was going to eat the entire thing in one sitting, spend the rest of the day feeling just so slightly off as a result, and then he was going to procure more. Dante had opened the floodgates. There was no going back. Now that he'd re-experienced one of life's simple pleasures, he felt no desire to backpedal.

Dante continued to stare at him, perhaps concerned that he'd simply closed his eyes and stopped moving. Was he having an allergic reaction? Was that even possible? Just as the silence was beginning to become unbearable, Vergil opened his eyes and looked up at him. And he genuinely seemed pleased, even if only in a subtle way that was barely noticeable to most people. But he could tell. He just could. He liked it.

“... Thank you, Dante.” He said simply, looking down at the candy bar again in utter bewilderment. He genuinely had forgotten just how much he loved this stuff. It was strange how much his time in the underworld had taken from him. Strange, startling, and disheartening. “I suppose I should return the favor.”

Dante immediately waved his hands to dismiss the notion. “No, you really don't. I’m not really into gifts. I mean, I don't even know how you would-.”

For the second time since their conversation had started, Vergil cut Dante short, this time with a halting brandish of the palm of his hand. He wasn't hearing any arguments about this. He had something in mind.

“... What if I made you a pizza?”

Dante looked as though he would need to be defibrillated shortly. He just stared at him in pure and utter disbelief, a look of genuine excitement crossing his face. There was no way in hell he was going to pass that up. Vergil's cooking was actually really good, even if he kept trying to force him to eat vegetables that weren't tomatoes. He had high standards (no shocker there) and made basically everything from scratch. This was going to be nothing short of artisanal. “Okay. Never mind. Yeah. That sounds good. Forget what I just said.”

Vergil considered pointing out that he was going to make dinner regardless but decided against it. He would allow him his simple happiness. Just this once. He couldn't remember the last time he'd seen him look forward to something. Perhaps he understood his love of his favorite food just a slight bit more now. Maybe. “Very well. Consider it done. But first, I'm going to enjoy this.”

At that exact moment, the phone rang, diverting Dante's attention to the front desk. They exchanged a silent but knowing look, both of them unwilling to vocalize their mutual pleasure at the arrangement they’d just made and the gifts they would exchange that day, but both knowing it either way. They… appreciated one another. Even if they had absolutely no idea how to say it most of the time. But they were trying. They really were. And as the younger of the two returned to the desk to answer the phone, Vergil broke off another piece of the chocolate bar and ate it, satisfaction washing over him for a second time.

He was glad Dante had done this for him. He truly was.

It seemed there really was a first time for everything. Even enjoying surprises.

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Not so fun fact: I'm pretty damn sure that Dante killed Vergil on their birthday. I'm sure that makes the day extra… yeah. So many layers to how messed up that is. I can't even. They needed a good birthday for once. It was the least I could do!

Also, I want to know your opinion about something in the comments! Do you want me to resume posting chapters of Petrichor now and then take a short hiatus during my surgery, or would you prefer I delay them until then and continue to update Saudade in the meantime? It's supposed to happen at the end of April, but the date isn't set in stone just yet. I'm just curious what you guys think! I don't have a preference one way or the other! I just want to make sure you guys are enjoying the content I'm making for you and figured you might not want to be left in suspense for like a month! Let me know what you think of the chapter in the comments below, and I'll see you on Friday, March 29th! Take care and bye-bye!

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