[ dante only watches the message for about twenty minutes before he realizes that the conversation is most likely ended, that he said something that maybe resonated a little too hard with the other and threw him for a loop. relief is the first thing that hits him, putting down his phone and dragging his hands through his hair, relief he no longer has to talk about the fact his friend has some genuine feelings for his twin brother - about the fact that his brother may very well reciprocate those same feelings. because it makes something ugly and jealous twist in his chest, something he'd much rather shove down back into the depths of which it came from. maybe it's a demon thing, something about territory and jealously guarding things that belong to you (vergil is his, after all, his brother, his twin, the other half of his soul). maybe it's just from the trauma of losing everything he's ever loved.
regardless dante hates that it rears its ugly head here and now, and is beyond glad when zulius stops trying to type up a response. he's glad that he can toss his phone aside and continue about his day pretending that the conversation never happened and that his stomach isn't twisted into knots from it all.
he's in the study when his phone finally jingles a couple of hours later, shaking him from the book he had been staring at. stomach sinking as he realizes that it's zulius finally responding.
shit. ]
yeah most people are shit they hit that man walls and give up because it's too much trouble
[ terribly dante wonders if zulius would still consider him a good person if he knew some of the things vergil had done, whether he has the capability to look are vergil and not judge him for the sins of his past. ]
luckily he's somehow surrounded himself with people who are willing to put up with his weirdness so there is that moving to kaisou was one of the best things he could've done honestly
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regardless dante hates that it rears its ugly head here and now, and is beyond glad when zulius stops trying to type up a response. he's glad that he can toss his phone aside and continue about his day pretending that the conversation never happened and that his stomach isn't twisted into knots from it all.
he's in the study when his phone finally jingles a couple of hours later, shaking him from the book he had been staring at. stomach sinking as he realizes that it's zulius finally responding.
shit. ]
yeah most people are shit
they hit that man walls and give up because it's too much trouble
[ terribly dante wonders if zulius would still consider him a good person if he knew some of the things vergil had done, whether he has the capability to look are vergil and not judge him for the sins of his past. ]
luckily he's somehow surrounded himself with people who are willing to put up with his weirdness
so there is that
moving to kaisou was one of the best things he could've done honestly