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madamefly.

call it morbid curiosity for one, and perhaps coy intrigue for another. she catches the stiffness of his poise with a passing gaze ; the long sword in clasped grip, the furrow of his brow, the coldness of his very demeanour. one could hardly assume they had been twins, him and his little dastardly rascal for a brother. both had proven to be quite entertaining, their blood aside, she found such company to be refreshing in a sea of cracked halos and severed sinews. mayhap such a thing is fitting — demons and witchly kind have always had an intimate history.

❛ oh dear, must you always assume i’m here for something ? ❜ words wrapped around words held a daring notion to her, and that smirk shows no sign of vanishing either. ❛ haven’t you ever heard of the phrase : business before pleasure ? although, i’m sure you’re quite simply giddy to take care of a few nuisances. ❜

WELL-AWARE OF THE SHARED HISTORY between their races, the probability of their fates entwining at some point had been rather high -- he should have seen it coming from the moment his twin had excitedly informed him of the ‘gorgeous babe with glasses and guns at her heels.’ Back then, he had scoffed, dismissing Bayonetta as another one of Dante’s passing fancies -- now, he knew she was anything but: a formidable force all her own, ancient and wise beneath the facade.

❛ Don’t blame me for assuming, I’ve seen how you are. ❜ Natheless, he’ll humour her peculiarities -- he’s in a better mood today than most. ❛ Violence is a good outlet, and I like to keep my skills sharp. But if nothing at all requires my attention, I suppose I can allow you to irk me longer. ❜ His words do not match the glint of rare amusement in frost-like irises. Can it be that he’s actually enjoying her company?

#madamefly #† CANTO I: HELL FROZEN OVER.#† LENGTH: SHORT.#[ can it be.......does he actually......like her......hm. ]

Watches u like a hawk boi. Don't think I won't throw the sun at your blue ass.

and don’t think i won’t chop you up into a thousand tiny pieces and feed you to my hellhounds, father-in-law.

#heavensoar #[ clocked !!! ]#[ i'm marrying ur daughter and there's nothing u can do abt it (: ]

magistera

Yamato “That sword was used to separate our world from the demons.”

#† THE SONS OF SPARDA.

madamefly.

winter’s harshness becomes him, she must admit. his inspection was anything but benign however it was not blatantly cruel. winter works in silent ways, through snow, through frost and bitten fingertips ( opposing the summer of his brother, she supposed ). yes — it suited him almost perfectly. the supple length of arms folded across her chest, accompanied by the swift click of rising heels and lips parted in delinquent pleasure.

❛ i take it upon myself to defy expectations, darling. ❜ it is a teasing thing, done with a smirk, ❛ come now, at least act a little happy to see me. ❜

HER COQUETTISH BEHAVIOUR IMMEDIATELY reminds him of his twin; he thinks the two of them must easily complement each other, and thus, he wonders why it is that she’s sought him out instead of Dante -- he has little to offer her in comparison to the younger ( or so he believes, and he is wrong. ) For is he not the current ruler of hell, in Mundus’ stead -- a valuable ally to the Umbra witches, to Bayonetta herself? His gelid gaze softens for a minuscule moment in time as he conjures the belief that the witch greets him for him, and not for a favour to gain with his brother. He is not, and shall never be, in Dante’s shadow.

❛ Hn. You’re the opposite of banal, I’ll give you that, witch. ❜ Broad arms cross afore a solid chest. ❛ You don’t pay courtesy calls. Something needs taking care of, isn’t that right? ❜

#madamefly #† CANTO I: HELL FROZEN OVER.#† LENGTH: SHORT.#[ husband him right up....he's a good boi. ]

@slaughte;

THE TEMPORAL QUALITY OF HIS surroundings lets him know that his phase to the earthly realm from his newly inherited demesne has been successful. Glacial gaze flits to the nigh-dilapidated structure of Dante’s home and shop, the Devil May Cry, and the elder Sparda twin exhales a soft sigh. Oh, it’s been a while -- more than a while, and while he is uncertain as to how Dante will react to his reappearance and the news that he is alive...what he does know is that a part of him aches to reunite with his twin. Together, they form one whole; together, they can conquer any obstacle that comes their way.

❛ —- Dante, tell me you’re still alive, ❜ He drawls coolly as he strides inside the shop without knocking, brow wrinkled. ❛ Because we need to have a talk, brother. ❜

#slaughte #† CANTO I: HELL FROZEN OVER.#† LENGTH: SHORT.

@madamefly;

HE HARDLY MAKES IT HIS business to know the ilk of his brother’s companions; usually, they’re the like of which Vergil knows he will personally never bother to associate with, however, this one boasts stores of occult power and a confidence in the saunter of her wide, sensuous hips that has him intrigued. It is why his stance does not relax, and why a hand wraps around the hilt of Yamato in case the woman proves to be the opposite of a potential ally.

❛ ---- Umbra witch. I didn’t expect to see you around these parts. ❜

#madamefly #† CANTO I: HELL FROZEN OVER.#† LENGTH: SHORT.#[ ` u ` here we go gabby. ]