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Now featuring Thrawn from (accumulated) Star Wars!
Grand Admiral Prawn
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daughterofneroâ:
Myra took a hold of her mug and softly blew on her tea before she sipped at it. Perfect, as usual. She wrapped her hands around the mug, humming happily at the warmth seeping through.
âI suppose thatâs okay. Plus, youâre already gross tonight.â It helped that she was finally starting to wind down now that she was sitting down more calmly. âHow do you meditate anyway?â
Ply her with tea and weapons - the oldest trick in the book. One that Vergil had fallen prey to in his own childhood - so it seems to trend in his line of succession. As to her comment on his state of âgrossâ... well, Vergil is aware of his wins and losses. Heâll take what he can get.
    âWith dedication, and a calm mind.â He answered over a sip of his own tea. Warm, seeping through frozen bones after a cold night in the field. âIt will be difficult at first, and you will hate it. The demon in your skin is restless and cries out for action.â Thatâs how it always is, especially with the young ones. Or so he assumed, from his own life. Not that heâd whelped so many halfbloods in his life that he knew. âBut we will force it calm, with short-term contemplation so that it wonât overtake you.â He was sure that Nero and Kyrie wouldnât appreciate their daughter coming back to them with new and interesting abilities stemming from her blood.
Vergil comes back but with Beyoncé in the back.
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daughterofneroâ:
Myra made grabby hands towards her mug before holding them still so she could actually accept it from him. She loved all of grandpaâs fancy teas; he didnât do ANYTHING halfway. The girl sat up straight now, the itch temporarily rising before settling down as her excitement shot up instead. âReally?! We can! Yes! I knew we were gonna do something cool when Dad said I would get to stay with you!â
With some luck, her teachers would see that she was doing well and staying with family and wouldnât fuss at her so much about falling asleep. It wasnât her fault that just listening to them talk was so boring if she couldnât do something else at the same time! âWhat are we gonna start with?â
Vergil set the tea down carefully on the table, the handle pointed towards her so that she wouldnât grab it by the mug and burn her hand. Not that the burn would last long - he didnât think, at least. She was sturdier than humans, but he still didnât want to test the extent of her healing abilities. Her parents wouldnât appreciate that.
    âWeâll be starting with settling down, and drinking tea.â He was still covered in demon blood, but that was besides the point at the moment. âTomorrow night, we will start with meditation, and with staves.â
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daughterofneroâ:
The preteen gave off a long suffering sigh but she took her seat and laid her head on the table. It was strange to think about sometimes; that her father and her marked the distinct line between human and demon. It wasnât really that important usually.
Myra watched Vergil fix the tea, turning over her thoughts again. âIs it like, an itch under your skin? You donât know what to do but you have to do something?â Maybe some of that tea would be nice.
âAn itch...â Vergil gave that thought, frowning while he placed a dollop of honey in her mug, cream and sugar in his own.
    He felt the telltale twitch under his skin in answer, as if the creature was calling out to its kind in its grandchild. He considered that, and his response to her. When they were young, their father would wrestle with he and Dante before bed. Playtime, he called it, but Vergil wondered in his more restless teen years if Sparda had other motives. He couldnât very well wrestle a pre-teen girl, but... Yes, he knew what to do.     With Nero gone another two weeks on a job, and Vergil still taking care of the child...     âAn itch, yes,â he finally agreed. âOne that we will scratch together - figuratively. Tomorrow before bed we will begin your formal training.â And hopefully that would keep her from falling asleep in classes from now on.
daughterofneroâ:
Myra tolerated the steering as she shoved her last bite in; she stole his cake, least she could do is rinse the plate off. âHumans can be night owls too! Though dad does see better in the dark than lots of people.â She was included in those people, though that made sense. They were pretty sure she didnât have a proper demon form, that her strength was the closest sheâd ever get to an inhuman form.
Myra didnât mind that. She didnât want to be stabbed like the rest had been.
She fussed with the plates in the sink and leaned against the counter as she watched Vergilâs routine. âDo you get restless at night?â
Vergil glanced at his granddaughter, raised one snowy brow, and promptly pointed to the appropriate seating at the kitchen table. âManner, Myra.â He stated, before turning back to the electric kettle and the topic at hand.Â
    âYour father can hardly be considered human,â he corrected as he placed two different tea bags in their mugs. He waited until the kettle had beeped before he continued, pouring the boiling water out carefully. âRegardless - I am mostly nocturnal.â It had started when he was young, when his rituals were best performed by night. Now that he was older - more demon than man - and his work hours were late, he slept mostly while she was at school and even then was awake before she got home.     âBut yes,â he stated, wondering not for the first time if darjeeling was the best, in regards to this problem. âI am prone to restlessness in the early hours.â The demon in him, begging for attention.
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daughterofneroâ:
âIâm gonna feel like someone who had a big slice of cake at midnight. Iâll have a glass of milk, read a little, and settle down for bed at one. Iâll have some tea in the morning and be right, as, rain!â Myra had it all planned out! Was she going to be tired? Maybe. Probably. Thatâs what tea was for. âAnyway, what about you? Shouldnât you get ready for bed too?â
âMy hours have changed.â He explained, putting a hand on her shoulder to guide her towards the kitchen, at least. He could sit her down and watch her to make she wasnât wandering around to wake herself up more. Vergil glanced down at her as he steered - his routine to make himself tea was an appropriate excuse. He could make her something as well - herbal, and warm, to put her to sleep easier.
    âYou may understand when you are older, if perhaps the demon is more prominent in you.â But that may never be the case - the blood of his father was diluted in her three times over.
daughterofneroâ:
Myra currently had a mouth full of chocolate cake and the rest of her mostly destroyed slice on the plate in her hand as she walked around the house like the creature of the night she was.** âDoes it count if I say no?â** It was worth a shot. âYou smell awful. Should probably take a shower. At least not have demon blood clothes. Youâre dripping everywhere. Ew.â There goes another bite of his her cake.
Itâs not the cake heâs worried about. Itâs the next morning, when she has to wake up for school.
    âAnd do you think itâs a good idea to be eating sweets so late at night?â He doesnât mind - itâs more to her tastes than his, after all. At least she had a plate - Dante would have palmed the cake. âHow do you think youâre going to feel at school tomorrow?â He can address the problem of demon guts later.
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Hello! We have a brand new masterlist 2.0 post seeing as the old one was getting quite crowded and notifications werenât coming through. Same rules apply, though if youâve already reblogged the old one and youâre already on the masterlist, you do not need to reblog this one.
So, if youâre a new blog, all you need to do is reblog this post and state the following in the tags:
your muse name
canon or OC
single or multi-muse blog
for muses outside of Star Wars that have a dedicated verse, make sure you include the fandom youâre in. if youâre fandomless, just tag it as such.
For example: Luke Skywalker / canon / single             Steve Rogers / canon / Marvel / verse             Ahsoka Tano / canon / multi
[quietly struggles to get verse pages for a blog that i never thought i would come back to /dab]