ic contact.

[advivo]

"Devil May Cry, leave a message after the beep and maybe I'll get back to you."

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[cecidit]

[ Vergil refuses, honestly, to pay any mind to the complicated feelings that arise every time he thinks of having killed Dante. More than anything, it was simply wrong — that wasn't how their battle was meant to end. And so the fewer reminders of it, the better.

Finally, he looks up at that question — and rolls his eyes, shakes his head. ]

Blue is still the superior color. I look forward to the day you finally realize that.

[advivo]

[ It's odd, this little gesture of Vergil's. Wrapped up in far more complicated feelings than either of them would like, leaving Dante with a combination of uncertainty and a unshakable fondness. How god damn domestic of them, next thing he knows Vergil will be making him breakfast and complaining (more than he already does) about Dante's inability of rinsing dishes after he's used them.

A scoff and a short spin on his heel Dante shakes his head, expression fixed with a lazy grin. ]

Hell would sooner freeze over than I would ever claim that blue is the superior color, brother. One day you will have to come to realize how wrong you are about that.

[cecidit]

[ He hates it, Vergil decides. He hates how normal this feels, when he and his brother are anything but. So very normal, so very domestic. Is this what real families feel like? It's terrible.

Still. Some small thing that had been disturbed within him ever since Dante's second death starts to settle at seeing a new, clean (more importantly) red coat on his brother's shoulders.

Better. ]

How long have we known each other, brother? [ A pointless question, but the point stands. ] I think you'll find that that's as unlikely as the sky shifting in color.

[ And maybe finally he acknowledges the coat: ] Don't ruin this one with any of your.. frivolous nonsense.

[advivo]

[ It's terrible and kinda nice? Makes his skin crawl a little even as his heart grows warm with fondness. Part of him wants Vergil to ruin this, wants to bear his teeth and draw his sword. Something he knows what to do with, something that feels a little more normal. ]

Hmm, about fourty years. Give or take. [ How old are they anyway? He isn't entirely sure anymore. ] You might be right but I can still dream, brother.

[ He smooths down the coat again, grin widening as his gaze focuses on Vergil. ]

Can't make any promises, but I'll try.

[cecidit]

Give or take. [ How old are they? He doesn't know that he remembers — how old did Nero say he was? Twenty-four? When had he made his fateful trip to Hell? Did he even know how old he and Dante had been then?

Hm. What an uncomfortable thing to consider. So instead he rolls his eyes. ] Indeed, it seems as though dream is all you're capable of.

[ But don't think he can't feel that grin, Dante. Vergil's eyes narrow as he looks up at him, hand tightening on his book. ]

What is that look for?

[advivo]

[ Dante had given up keeping track of his birthday years ago. Partly because it had always been painful to think about ─ no, it is exactly why he gave up on keeping track. Not of the day itself, he always knew that, but their ages that he made sure not to keep track of. Better to spend the day so drunk he barely remembers it.

He breathes in and moves on, pushing the thought back into the depths. ]

Ow, you wound me.

[ The grin on widens, fueled by the look Vergil gives him and the way his hand tightens on his book. ]

What look? I'm not giving you a look.

[cecidit]

Somehow, I doubt that.

[ He hates that Dante's only smiling wider. He doesn't trust that look, no matter how stupid he pretends to be. ]

I'm not a fool, Dante. Stop it.

[ And his hand grips just a little tighter on the spine of the book. Don't you test him, Dante. He's not above throwing something. ]

[advivo]

Really, my heart aches from such a terrible blow.

[ Okay, now Vergil's just feeding it. He can't help but enjoy how easily a simple look gets under his twin's skin, refusing to stop smiling even as Vergil's grip tightens.

Yes, he does know that he is tempting fate right now. He knows full well. ]

I don't know what to tell you, Verg. I'm not doing anything.

[cecidit]

[ Nonsense. Dante is too smug and he knows it. He also knows full well that Vergil has no tolerance for this chicanery — so that book is, in fact, launched across the room at his brother.

Vergil's notes be damned, this is more important. ]

[advivo]

[ Any other person would have likely gotten hit directly in the face, but not Dante. No, no, Dante jerks out of the way narrowly escaping the book slamming directly into his face, laughing as he moves. ]

─Woah, hey! No need to throw things.