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I ADORE THESE. I love the interactions between them, especially them flirting??? (I am also a sucker for Vergil with only a vest....) The expressions just make me cackle EVERY time words cant describe how much I cherish it
I saw a post talking about how Terry Pratchett only wrote 400 words a day, how that goal helped him write literally dozens of books before he died. So I reduced my own daily word goal. I went down from 1,000 to 200. With that 800-word wall taken down, Iāve been writing more.Ā āI wonāt get on tumblr/watch TV/draw/read until I hit my word goalā used to be something I said as self-restraint. And when I inevitably couldnāt cough up four pages in one sitting, I felt like garbage, and the pleasurable hobbies I had planned on felt like I was cheating myself when I just gave up. Now itās something I say because I just have to finish this scene, just have to round out this conversation, canāt stop now, because Iām enjoyingĀ myself, Iām having an amazing time writing. Something that hasnāt been true of my original works since middle school.Ā
And sometimes I think,Ā āWell, two hundred is technically less than four hundred.ā And I have to stop myself, because - I am writing half as much as Terry Pratchett. Terry fuckingĀ Pratchett, who not only published regularly up until his death, but published books that were consistently good.Ā
And this has also been an immense help as a writer with ADHD, because I donāt feel bad when I take a break from writing - two hundred words works up quick, after all. If I take a break at 150, I have a whole day to write 50 more words, and Iāve rarely written less than 200 words and not felt the need to keep writing because I need to tie up a loose end anyways.Ā
Yes, sometimes, I do not produce a single thing worth keeping in those two hundred words. But itās much easier to edit two hundred words of bad writing than it is to edit no writing at all.
This is the second time this post passes on my dash and itās the best advice I ever got. I canāt write consistently in one go, itās always about 50 words and then I get distracted and just have to do something else for a while. Do the math quickly: trying to write 2000 words a day takes a looooong time that way. So there were many days where I just didnāt even start writing, cause I wouldnāt reach my goal anyways and feel like a failure. Then I stumbled upon this post and I thought: hey, letās give this a try. And it works! I set my goal between 200-400 words a day and thatās perfectly doable. Some days I get into the flow and I write a whole lot more. On other days, I struggle to get those 200 out but hey, at least I wrote 200 words and reached my goal. Whatever the outcome, t makes me feel good and accomplished.Ā
Writing takes practice, so even if itās only 100 words a day, itās better than nothing. If it worked for Terry Pratchett and me, than it can work for you too!
Devils May Love?: Eros of love and desires (NSFW, minors do not interact)
Hey so I finally got this done, not sure how good this is considering Iāve never really wrote nsfw before but fuck it (literally lol) we ball. If yall like this I might make more for different characters.
Links: masterlist
Passion and desires were something that was a common denominator for all humans
We all held some sort of enjoyment for things
Sometimes that was hobbies, occupations or special specific things to ones person
A movie, a show, a character or a place
And with that came the other denominator desire
Inherently we as humans desired things
We desired foods, objects, sights, sensations and experiences
But with those two also came passion and desires for others as well
Sometimes it could be innocent
A best friend who you cared for with your heart and soul
A desire to see them more often when busy with life
A desire for more friends and a passion in making connections with others
But most of the time and for most people it was of a more romantic kind
And for most peopleās desires it usually pertained to that of the sexual kind
Like all others you are human, and you have desires like most others
Sometimes it was of a platonic friendly kind
But other times it was the other variety
Like a lot of people you longed for love
And like most others you occasionally craved intimacy
Not like anyone would blame you when you were friends with some of the most attractive looking people to ever exist
Dante, Vergil, lady, Trish and credo were all too excruciatingly handsome or pretty to handle sometimes
Certainly didnāt help when they would be extremely affectionate with you
You guessed they were just comfortable with you to get to that level
But still, didnāt help when you were occasionally a bit more affected than youād like to admit by their touches
Their affection that made your head spin and made you slap yourself out of it when you knew they couldnāt have feelings like that for you
But you could imagine
And sometimes imagine you did just as they did about you unknowingly
Dante
Dante is a truly selfless lover when it comes to sex
But even moreso when it comes to you
Through many years of shitty experiences and a few nights with strangers Dante yearns for you in a way that leaves his every touch achingly tender
Hands that havenāt seen a gentle touch in years grope and glide across your naked skin
His palms that are warm and rough
Fingers that clench and worship whatās beneath them
Depending on your body type and sex they wander to different places
If you have tits then he fondles them and presses teasing kisses against the soft flesh
Making a show of licking, sucking and pressing soft bites into them
Perhaps what he loves most though is what lies beneath them
You may often find him pressing his face into them
And though he loves the soft squishy mounds, what he loves more however is how he can hear your heart when pressing his face into your chest
Feel itās thundering beat thump and gain traction with certain movements, certain touches and things he says
He lives to hear it get faster when he says something that gets you going
A fact heāll use against you if you deny that fact
Saying how your heart said otherwise
If you donāt have tits thatās A-ok with him because that just means he can turn his attention downward to your thighs instead
He loves a good thigh
Love laying his head in them in a non sexual way after a long day of hunting
Collapsing on the couch and burying his face into the plush skin
But when itās in a sexual context however he loves burying his face in them
to bite and bruise
Love bite after love bite litter the plush skin of your thighs starting from outer and moving inwards to the more sensitive areas
Listening to hear your voice get a bit more higher pitch or breath stutter as he gets closer and closer to the real prize heās looking for
Dante practically worships your body no matter its shape or size
Oh Honeypie he loves your everything
You have a muscular build? Heās dragging his tongue up your abs and asking to pour something sweet and sticky on them later so he can lick every ridge and dip between your pecs
Petite build? Heās saying how heās obsessed with how big he is to you while comparing your hands to his that close around yours and pin you down
You have love handles or are insecure about your weight or tummy rolls? His hands are already gently grabbing and heās saying it just means more for him to hold and love baby
Scars or blemishes? Heās kissing them with the upmost gentleness and showing off his own to prove that heās no different
Donāt get him started on any tattoos, heās tracing them and takes a minute just to admire how the ink stains your skin even if itās a shitty doodle made of a drunken mistake or a full blown masterpiece
Dante loves all bodies
As someone whoās been with a lot of people over the years heās come to appreciate all types heās come across
yours especially
Bit of a dirty secret but heās subconsciously started to gravitate to dirty magazines that have similar body types to your own
When he noticed he couldnāt look at you for a week because his mind was racing too much when he realized it
He still feels guilty as shit when he looks at those models and pictures you instead
But he canāt help but jack off anyways when heās gone weeks without it and he saw you bend over the table to get something the other day
Listen, heās a man whoās been pinning for years but also knows that heās still technically your boss and that still has power dynamics to it
And how potentially creepy it would be
So he attempts to keep his thoughts pg unless heās in a real bad spot and cold showers arenāt working
But heād be lying if he didnāt admit that heās moaned your name and nickname behind closed doors and from beneath twitchy fingers that dig into his skin as his other hand pumps furiously at his shaft
Youāll never know this
It isnāt something he ever really wants to admit
Not unless heās drunk as fuck and is in a proper relationship with you
Otherwise thatās remaining in his bank of shameful secrets
A bank that mostly consists of mental snapshots of you bending over or in accidental provocative positions that sear themselves into his mind despite attempting to plunge them from his memory
Mostly out of respect for you but also cause he already feels enough like a dirty perv-
But getting back on track, Dante loves all bodies and he certainly loves yours
And because of that heās deeply intimate with everything he does no matter how small
Thereās an intimacy to how he looks at you that is deeper than words themself can describe
He looks at you like your the world
Like your his heaven and salvation
Like youād hung the stars
Itās wholly intoxicating yet too much to handle
Especially as his everything worships you
His lips that whisper words of love and groan in pure ecstasy as they press against your own or suck love marks on your neck
Love marks thatāll be dotted all across your body once heās done unless you explicitly tell him no
Because at the end of the day itās Your body not his
But if you let him leave his marks then heāll be over the moon and back
But with the lead up done letās get to the real main attraction
Dante is well endowed so to say
Heās no easy fit, not with the particularly large length that touches your most spongy internal spots. Itās thick width will make you feel as if your pushed to your limits no matter what hole, and squirm as he pushes deeper and deeper
But he knows that
Heās not young and dumb anymore and knows prep is needed especially since he want you to be comfortable
And he accommodates to it very well
Dante takes pleasure from your pleasure
If your moaning then so is he
If your cumming then he follows soon after with a growl and shudder that makes his entire body tremble and go slightly slack from a moment afterwards
And he takes no greater pleasure in making you cum multiple times before getting to the main show
Dante loves going down on you to stretch you out
But he also just loves going down on you period (and going down if you have a period as well and your comfortable with that, keyword yet again comfortable cause he knows that it might be a bit too taboo for you)
There had been too many times heād seen you sit at the desk at dmc and accidentally have his mind wander to shitty old pornoās heās watched and picture just what itād be like giving you head under the table
Having your thighs suffocate him as you muffed your moans and tugged at hair too pure for someone like him with such a dirty mind
Whether you have a cock or pussy doesnāt matter to him
He has experience with going down on both
And both are sloppy and messy in the best way possible
Especially with not only his experience but also his inhumanly good tongue (hah get it, if he uses that joke and you lightly smack him on the head he pouts as if he isnāt between your legs-)
If you have a pussy then good luck with him not begging you to sit on his face and ride him
None of that hovering shit, he needs you as close as humanly possible fitting against his face that either laps at your clit or tongue that licks long flat slow strips up and down your folds as if trying to savour you
His hands are clamped down on you
Your not moving from this love seat and heās making sure your getting all the love you deserve
He may leave some bruises the next day or some cuts depending on if he accidentally partially devil triggered halfway through
Already rough fingers turning to claws that grip and pull you even closer to his face
Something you might not even realize with how drunk off pleasure youād probably be at that point
Cause Dante isnāt about to go down on you once, oh no, heās going to keep going at it time and time again to get āthe full culinary experienceā
āCanāt sample something to get a true proper taste, need to get at least a few more tries in ā, youād probably call bullshit If you could even produce a coherent sentence at that point
Pull him closer with your legs, make it feel as if your suffocating him
Ride your pussy against his face while his nice fingers plunge in and out all the while his tongue flicks against your clit
Pull his hair or tug at his horns if their out
he might cum from that alone
Heās no better if you have a dick either
Heās giving you the sloppiest head to Man
Heās also particularly more cheeky with it as well
Heās looking up at you with big blue eyes as he keeps swallowing more and more of your cock down his throat
His throat stretching and stretching to accommodate
Then pulling away to suck at just the tip with such a teasing little smirk as if he wasnāt literally sucking you off
Itās infuriating and heās doing it on purpose for you to be rough with him
To goad you into putting him into his place
Because ultimately heās the instrument to your pleasure
Play him however you want
You want soft and slow? He can do it
Heāll caress every single inch of your body as he pumps into you
Want something fun and not serious? Sure thing
Heāll have you ride him while you both watch some shitty movie on the couch or heāll say the most out of pocket crap to make you laugh mid plunge
Need him to be rough or for him to be roughed up? Not a problem
Heāll fuck you so hard into the sheets that your legs and ass will be sore tomorrow or you can fuck him so hard that even he needs a minute to catch up
Just donāt hold back for his sake
He can take it
He wants to take it no matter the pace
Just as he takes having his face slammed into your pelvis and fingers digging into his hair
Delightful whimpers leaving your mouth that make him moan around you
He makes a show of tracing your cock in his mouth with his tongue in excruciating detail
Going from your tip to down your shaft and across any veins
Cheeky little shit
But what else did you expect from him?
And for both scenarios he doesnāt hesitate to swallow
To lick up every last drop that leaves your spent and shaking form
Even going as far to lick his lips loudly as he look up at you with lidded eyes
even asking he can have another taste of you before heading to the main course
Heās always been greedy for dessert, and your the best tasting cream heās tasted honey~
By the time heās done youāll have to literally wretch his head from between your legs
Or else youāll be there for at least an hour or two more pinned with his arms around your legs and his mouth continuing to eat up anything youāll give him
Eyes leaking and mouth spewing nonsense against your palms in a vain attempt to muffle it
But after that just to make sure your really prepared he fingers you out nice and good
Danteās hands are big, fingers long, large and scarred from years of experience and work
Rough and course yet somewhat elegant despite it all
But because of that his fingers make for a very good experience
He starts off slow, one dipping into either your pussy or ass
Delving deeper and deeper until it reaches his knuckle
And then he curls and prods with it
Touching your most inner spots with a certain teasing yet preciseness to every action
Plunge and curl
Plunge and curl
Plunge and curl
And then comes another finger entering and adding to the mounting pleasure
He whispers shit in your ear all the while he pokes at places that make you whine and buck into his hold
How your doing so good for him, his good sweet Honeypie
To keep squirming around so he can find your good spots
That if you tighten on his fingers again heāll make sure to curl them and hit that nice spongy spot that makes you unwind
He whispers all that while holding your close as humanly possible (most likely in his lap his already leaky cock grinding against you)
Pressing hot breathy kisses into your neck as another finger is added
Making a grand total of 3 unless your up for more to explore as well
If so heās more than happy to give you want you want
But if not then heās not pushing you either
Besides? why keep teasing when the good part is only just moments away
Warning before though, if you tried to hold back your moans or muffle them as he ate/sucked you thereās no point trying when he finally fucks you senseless
He prefers positions in which he is pressed close against you
He wants to feel your body in its every shuttering breath or spasm as he pounds you into whatever surface you were smushed up against
Up against the wall, face in the sheets, riding him into oblivion or god forbid pressed into the desk with his chest against your back and his head tucked into your neck
Youāll downright feel as if your skin is meshing with his with all the sweat pouring off both of you by the end of it
Itās passionate and he makes the effort to learns your body quickly and what you like
He finds all the places to make you clench around him and claw into his back and memorizes them to heart
Knows what to say to make you moan his name and plead for more
And he follows through those requests each and every time if only to know heās the instrument of this
Heās giving you this pleasure
Heās not feeling as if heās the bringer of death and strife
Here with you he gives you bliss
He isnāt the reason for your pain like he typically is for everyone unfortunate to stick with him
Here he makes you cry with ecstasy instead of despair
Here Dante feels less like a bad luck charm and more like a person
That heās more than just a failure
As he pounds into you his mouth runs a thousand miles an hour
Words of praise dripping from his mouth alongside grunts and groans about how you feel so fucking good
He tells you how much he loves you
How he canāt imagine a life without you
That heād do anything for you to stay
Anything to make you feel good
Anything for your genuine happiness
And thatās the thing with Dante
Even at his most carnal thereās still the urge to be selfless
To focus solely on you and how you feel
Thatās just the type of person Dante is
But when you reciprocate the sentiment he nearly breaks right then and there
When you thread your fingers in his hair and shakily tell him between moans that your life wouldnāt be the same without him he has to stop himself for a moment
Pausing to press his head against your chest or back depending on the position
Sharp hot breaths pressed into skin
If you feel tears mix with sweat then pull him close
Let him adjust to feeling loved
God knows how many years heād drilled into his own head that he didnāt deserve that
Link fingers with his so he can feel them clench into his
Feel the softness of palms not clawing into his flesh
So he can feel as if heās not just a body to fuck but rather a person to make love with
Because ultimately after all those nights spent empty and lonely despite someone else in his bed he longs to feel loved
To feel truly touched and held
To be seen as human instead of a slab of meat
Human instead of A demon
Human instead of A unholy hybrid
Human instead of A failure
Human instead of A mistake
Yet as you whisper in his ears suddenly those thought dissipate from his mind
At least for now they do so long as he remains listening to your moans like holy prayers answering his woes
And at the centre of it all Dante feels is connection
Not just physical (since heās still literally inside you) but rather emotional
Heās just Dante
Not son of Sparda or the demon hunter
Just Dante
And thatās perhaps more satisfying than just about anything
Speaking of satisfying though, Heād love to cum inside you
It itches the demon part of his brain but also is a bit of a kink of his
Less so making kids but moreso the fact your filled with him
He loves the sight of it dribbling out of you
Beads of pearly white running out of your full hole
Yeah maybe admitting that aloud isnāt something heāll do but you can tell he enjoys it when you catch him intimately watching
Sometimes even taking a finger to push some of it back in and chuckling when you whine and slap his chest for doing that when your overstimulated
Cheeky fucker
But if your not comfortable with him doing it raw or finishing inside thatās always completely fine
Heās slept with enough people to get in the habit of having condoms in his side drawer
Something youād know as well from the amount of times youād cleaned his dirty ass room
And even without that precaution he knows his body enough to know when heās about to finish
So heās able to pull out in time
Letting his cum paint either your chest and pelvis or your ass and lower back
Itās hot and sticky on your skin
Itās infinitely nice when Dante wipes it off with a room temperature cloth and begins aftercare
A lot of older sexual experiences ended with him being left alone in bed
The cold and soreness making his body feel empty even if plenty still seeped out onto the dirtied sheets
He puts attention into caring for you after everything
Wiping down your body with a cloth
Making sure your drinking water
Massaging your back and putting some salves or creams over any places with potential bruising from his tight grip
Looking at the crescent indents pressed firmly into your skin he canāt help but feel a bit guilty but ultimately satisfied
Yet another guilty pleasure of his
He makes sure to press gentle kisses everywhere he can as well as on the marks
To make sure you know your more than just a lay to him
Ask of him anything and heāll do it
Need a bath? Sure thing heāll make it hot and nice for your muscles
Want to lay down and cuddle, absolutely thereās nothing better than that
Crave something to eat? Heās calling Fredi or Cindy for a late night strawberry sundae out of his own pocket
Wanna just talk? Then heās game to discuss anything your heart desires
An important detail here is that Dante gives aftercare to you but never expects it back
Thatās just something thatās been ingrained in him after various one night stands
Heās used to giving but never receiving, something evident with how he is during sex as well
He says your thanks is enough, and maybe it is for him but it still feels wrong to you
So pull him into the bath as well
Insist on gently running your hands through his hair when he presses kisses on your chest
Compromise on only drinking water if he does so too
And tell him above all he deserves to be cared for afterwards as well
It makes him go softer than you can ever believe
Youāll find him in the morning pleading to hold you and never let you go
Head firmly pressed into your back and arms gripping you with an intensity unmatched
Dante gives you his all for bread crumbs in repayment
Somehow thinking itās a fair arrangement despite the fact all he does is give and take little in return
Remind him he deserves your all since he gives you his
And wellā¦he was already a goner for you but heās even more deep in than before
And thatās saying something
āCmon honey, lemme make you feel nice and good. Just leave it up to me and youāll be in for a hell of a satisfying nightā
I like to think the Yamato and rebellion have some form of consciousness tied to Dante and Vergil. This spiraled from that.
Links: masterlist
Through many years at DMC youād handled various weapons
Guns
Swords
Canons
More swords and guns
also some unconventional like demon arms
Ect ect
But safe to say youād handled a lot at your time here
It came with the job, literally since Dante mentioned in that dreaded job description that āsupplies may need to be cleanedā
Though it didnāt mention of demon innards that needed to be cleaned off the āsuppliesā nor that āsuppliesā would be literal actual god damn swords
Something you would quickly come to learn after being hired
But you digress, handling weapons came with dmc
Thus you cleaned, sharpened and polished a lot of them
Typically you did them on weekends or Wednesday
It was actually something youād come to enjoy after awhile
Comparatively speaking cleaning weapons was a whole lot different to cleaning the floors in a literal sense
But there was also something spiritually different about it as well that youād come to learn and appreciate over time
And in some cases literally
Rebellion
The first of all swords youād come to eventually wipe down and polish, to put it simply Rebellion is a bit weird
But youād come to understand itās because some part of it is oddly alive and tied to Dante
In the days before its subsequent awakening alongside Dante at the temen-ni-Gru tower there was an odd sense of energy stored in it
When you cleaned it back then you could feel an almost pulsating sensation as you wiped down its flat surface
It thrummed under your fingertips
Not in an intimidating way, but moreso like a beating heart
You actually tested it out once but it matched Danteās heartbeat perfectly
They pulsated in sync under your hands
And matched in untapped power yet to bloom
Both speeding up under your gentle touch to his chest and itās blade
In those early days you were a bit unnerved by the feeling
Admittedly it was a lot
But like with Dante you came to appreciate it
Rebellion even in its unawakened state offered an odd sense of company and protection
Sometimes depending on the mission Dante would leave you with it since he wanted a challenge
So heād head off with only ebony and ivory leaving you with the sword
Typically heād prop it up against the desk
But if he was feeling particularly cheeky or thought you were overworking yourself heād put it on the table so you wouldnāt be able to work
Youād be remiss to say you couldnāt easily move the hunk of demonic metal
Nor would it seemingly let you since it seemed to weigh even more than it usually would in those moment
Couldāve even sworn the skeletal face seemed to smirk at you nearly blowing out your back attempting to lift it up and then giving up
Instead opting to sit down as it stayed propped up or laid on the desk
As you either relaxed or did work it gave you company
Watching diligently as its silver edge reflected the light and anything in the darkness
Itās a lot like Dante in the quiet moments when silence besides the jukebox permeated in the yet to be named shop
Itās not threatening, at least to you
And yet rebellion has some sort of edge of humour with it as Dante does
You swear it sometimes reflects light into your eyes to mess with you subtly
But before itās awakening it doesnāt go beyond that
Afterwards is a bit different though
Rebellion changes as Dante does
When you wipe it down now instead of just about ripe energy about to burst itās warm
It could be the dead of winter and the blade would be a pleasant warmth against your cold skin
Itās a warmth thatās never too hot yet is overwhelming in how it feels like a warm kiss pressed against your fingertips as you drag them on its edge
Rebellion feels more alive than before if thatās even possible
It still beats with Danteās pulse yet now it reflects the warmth he has wholeheartedly
Instead of being cold itās now ignited with his power
His blood awakening the sword or vice versa when he and the sword joined together in a violent display by Vergils hand
Itās red eyes glow a gentle hue when your around
Less an intimidating bright red like when in battle but more of a softened rouge
Like old rose petals or almost ripe strawberries
They follow you around the room when itās hung up or left behind by Dante to guard the shop
Like an ever present guardian even if Danteās in the other room
Thatās not even mentioning how when you grab the hilt of the sword you swear you feel the phantom sensation of Danteās hands gripping yours
You know itās his by the distinct scars that line his palms youād felt a thousand times before
The phantom sensation guides your hands as you swing its blade against potential foes or to ensure you donāt accidentally hurt yourself
Only going away as your hands let go and place it down
Yet even then itās warm touch lingers like a silent goodbye
Itās red eyes shinning in a kind of pride at you
Through the years even when not in use rebellion grows to feel like an old friend
Each time you clean it of blood or polish it from the dust thereās a sort of companionship similar to Dante you feel towards the maybe not to inanimate object
It protects you
Watches
And it also listens as well
When alone for hours to days on end due to Dante being on a mission you sometimes talk with the sword
Maybe that wouldāve made you crazy had you not realized it replied back and being crazy was already apart of the job description when being around Dante
Rebel doesnāt reply vocally but instead physically with how itās eyes shifted and blinked
One blink meant yes, two meant a no
Thus you talked with Rebel back and forth with yes or no questions
You gauged a lot from the demon sword
It preferred a certain type of wax that you used to polish it compared to others and it seemed to enjoy when youād talk about your day
It also liked when you played the same favourite songs of Danteās and put on cheesy action flicks for it to watch as Dante would
It also liked beef jerky
Like a lot
You one day fed rebellion out a simple curiosity about if it could eat since it technically had a head and teeth
Something rebellion didnāt know of either
And since then rebel had taken a liking to beef jerky of all things
How it ate neither you nor the sword knew
You just both accepted it
It was funny when Dante found out though
Dante nearly had a brain aneurysm when he one day walked in on you feeding rebellion beef jerky of all things
The swordās metallic skull chomping down on the beef as you a it stared at him like he walked in and interrupted something
It was that day he learned that not only did the sword have some level of consciousness past it being somewhat tied to his soul (thanks Sparda) this entire time but also explained the phantom feeling of hot breath on his neck sometimes (from the few times you cleaned a smudge and didnāt have cleaner on hand)
(And the phantom feeling of your finger dragging down his chest or god forbid your lips on his neck when youād give the sword a small smooch as a thank you for protecting Dante)
That explained a lot from over the years
(Something Danteās seemingly not over as rebellion keeps giving him knowing looks when he flirts and it goes completely over your head)
Yamato
You have a tricky history with the Yamato considering your initial encounter with Vergil wasnāt the most friendly
Having a real god damn ass katana used to threaten you wasnāt exactly fun
But such is life
Or such is your life at least
Before Vergil becameā¦a little less apprehensive to your existence the sword was just plain intimidating
If Rebellion is warm and showy then Yamato is cold and sleek
The swords are opposites in every way like the brothers their tied to
Yamato reflects and cuts with precision
The sword leaks sophistication and radiates a certain loneliness to it
The first few times you see it the demonic katana looks almost like frosted glass
The way it reflects things is blurry even though itās cleaned and obviously well loved and maintained by Vergil
Your like a monet painting in its showing of the world, as if your unimportant to have any detail to you besides general shape and form
But after you discuss poetry with Vergil the next few times you see Yamato feelā¦different
It reflects you a bit more clear now in the few moments you see it in use
Particularly when Vergil protects you from demons lurking in the dark
It only becomes more and more clear the more you talk with him
The more he seemed to tolerate you quite literally reflects back in how Yamato shows you
Under moonlight and rain Yamato reflects booth the moon and you in its blade with mirror-like clearness
It angles it to make the moon your halo behind your head
The full moons haze and glow making you seem almost angelic as the onslaught of raindrops created diamond-like shimmers ever few seconds
Itās the type of thing youād see in a masterpiece painting of the renaissance
Hear about in poems
The type of thing artists would die to capture
And Yamato shows it all
It paints this beautiful picture of you and your not sure why
You donāt get much time to process it after that when Dante comes to fight Vergil and rescue you
Eventually when Vergil ends up in hell and the Yamato somehow ends up breaking within that 10 year time period between the tower and mallet island you somehow find a large shard of the sword
You wake up one morning and find it sat on your other pillow
Reflecting your opening eyes with a clarity that isnāt given to the rest of you
Your face is muddied and a blur no matter how much you clean that small shard
Yet your eyes remain crystal clear
Itās odd and unsettles you
But such is life when it comes to the Sparda brothers
Especially Vergil
Even Dante is puzzled by it all
But you continue on with that shard
That piece of Vergil
However small or unimportant to him you hold onto it
You hold onto Those memories as well even if you were nothing but a nuisance to him
And in that small shard you keep fading until nothing but your eyes remain clear
The rest is but smoke and mirrors
Unintelligible blobs of colour
And then mallet island happens
And you grasp that shard when returning home with Dante
Holding it tightly even if it would cut and bleed
And yet it doesnāt, the piece of the Yamato wonāt cut your skin
It just lays in your palm soaked in tears as years pass and things continue on
You still hold onto it
Not realizing as years pass things begin to become more clear again
Still muddied but eventually becoming unclouded
And then itās absorbed by Neroās devil arm after being collected and put together mostly in tact by the order of the sword
The final piece being held by you
Finally putting it back together
That should have been that
Yet Weirdly enough even when it was absorbed by Neroās demon arm due to whole next of kin stuff you swore itās energy still attempted to find you
The blue part of his arm becoming brighter when we you were near
Small tendrils of light and energy reaching out
Thatās Not to mention the few times you and Nero got into some demon trouble and before either of you knew it that arm was wrenching you away from danger before either of you could react
He says itās probably his instincts and you nod, smiling at him but in the back of your head you pray that maybe somewhere out there itās a sign Vergil was alive
If rebellion was seemingly tied spiritually to Dante then maybe the same was for Vergil and Yamato
And maybe the way the Yamato infused arm shot out to save you multiple times was a sign ofā¦something
At the time you could only hope
But when Dante and Vergil came back from hell the user himself had confirmed that Yamato was also tied to him as rebellion was to Dante
Vergil is protective of his sword
Relatively rightly so after he one day told you of what exactly happened the night of Evaās death
For years the Yamato was all Vergil had
And you can respect why he doesnāt let anyone touchā¦expect for some reason you
Yeah Nico is a bit salty that āMr grouch over thereā lets you hold and examine Yamato and not her
Youāve had to draw her diagrams and let her look over your shoulder as Vergil let you hold it
Yamato in your grasp feels as if you hold Vergils everything
When you grasp it you know it means a lot to him
If rebellion is Danteās heart then Yamato is Vergils soul
Itās heavy in your hands
Yet Yamato at the same time is light as a feather
Almost as if elated to be held by you
It reflects you now with a clarity not seen in years but like atop the tower it almost idealizes you in the reflection
The way it reflects light and the background warping to accentuate you in it
Itās odd
But flattering
When you mention this to Vergil he stares at the sword and how it shows you
(Unbeknownst to you in its reflection your angled to appear much closer to Vergil)
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