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Team “I don’t trust that your kindness doesn’t come with a catch”
dante arrives only to torture his twin
Dante // Vergil
@fractempyreal
ivory is trained upon the devil the moment he’s noticed. if not for the attire and hair, both eloquent and maintained, he’d be a splitting image of dante. tired, enraged icy eyes meet their twin’s and --- in a moment never shared between the two, something his talkative nature once ensured --- there is silence. no words spoken and no quips. only a stare as striking as his eyes that threatens the impostor of his brother --- dares him to make the first move.
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
“Sparda existed. How do I know? Well… I met the sons of Sparda… Both of them. Although the same blood of their father flowed through their veins, the two battled each other fiercely like arch-enemies. It seemed as if they derived some sort of twisted pleasure from this brotherly fighting. But in the end… only one was left standing.”
Dante + TV Tropes [part one]
The infamous son of Sparda.
since i obviously don’t have a rules page up at the moment—
i’m going to say outright now i’m low activity. i’ll be here sporadically. if you can’t find me here, i’m on julian. speaking of: anyone new here looking for my rules can head over to julian and read the page there, since it’ll be more or less the same.
anything else, be it about dante or rules, feel free to ask!
me: *has feelings*
me: Pathetic. Disgusting. Won’t Let It Happen Again.
“WORD OF THE DAY”
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toska (n.)
A dull ache of the soul, a sick pining, a spiritual anguish.
Whiskey straight from the bottle at 5 am is self care
oh i do try my very best to be not a bastard but my heart is a garden full of bastard fruits and also basil
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Never run from anything immortal. It attracts their attention.
Peter S. Beagle, from The Last Unicorn (via thewinedarksea)