[ the response comes out quick, almost snapped, as he feels his hackles raise and his blood pump that little bit faster. he's not sure where it comes from, either, maybe some panicked thought that vergil might hate him for searching for the brother he remembers instead of the person he is now? maybe because he feels like he is teetering on a knife's edge with vergil, as if a single gust of wind the wrong way will make it all tumble down. maybe because some small part of him is terrified of the concept of losing him again, of watching his lips through his fingers like sand and being powerless to stop it. ]
I don't─ I'm not asking you to go back to how you were, honestly, you were kind of an ass a lot of the time. [ maybe he'll turn out like nero, a mixture of both the person he is here and now and the person he was back home. dante isn't sure, isn't sure how to handle it. ] I just...
[ when he lifts his head vergil's hand is there, in front of him, offered to him. blue eyes widen with surprise, words catching in his throat as he all but stares at vergil's hand for a moment. and then another. and then a third. eventually, he swallows the lump in his throat and reaches out to take the hand, using vergil as an anchor to pull himself back up to standing. ]
You're not the only one, Verg. [ his voice is uneven, the smile that finds his face crooked. ] Though I think I've proven I can handle a few stabbings.
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[ the response comes out quick, almost snapped, as he feels his hackles raise and his blood pump that little bit faster. he's not sure where it comes from, either, maybe some panicked thought that vergil might hate him for searching for the brother he remembers instead of the person he is now? maybe because he feels like he is teetering on a knife's edge with vergil, as if a single gust of wind the wrong way will make it all tumble down. maybe because some small part of him is terrified of the concept of losing him again, of watching his lips through his fingers like sand and being powerless to stop it. ]
I don't─ I'm not asking you to go back to how you were, honestly, you were kind of an ass a lot of the time. [ maybe he'll turn out like nero, a mixture of both the person he is here and now and the person he was back home. dante isn't sure, isn't sure how to handle it. ] I just...
[ when he lifts his head vergil's hand is there, in front of him, offered to him. blue eyes widen with surprise, words catching in his throat as he all but stares at vergil's hand for a moment. and then another. and then a third. eventually, he swallows the lump in his throat and reaches out to take the hand, using vergil as an anchor to pull himself back up to standing. ]
You're not the only one, Verg. [ his voice is uneven, the smile that finds his face crooked. ] Though I think I've proven I can handle a few stabbings.