Martyr of Limbo;

{Independent RP/ask blog for Kat and Dante from DmC Devil May Cry. Private and selective. Please read the rules before interaction!}

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Open RP

♥-- “You’re not supposed to mix the wet ingredients in yet. You’ve ruined the whole batch.”

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♥– “Indeed it was. Please?” Kat leaned forward as he sunk into his chair, eyes large with curiosity. No doubt the Vergil she once knew was gone, but the medium wasn’t too quick to give up on the idea that he could learn to have fun again. “I’m thinking the park. Or the bay! How long has it been since you had a swim? Actually…” Her eyes trailed his torso with a scrutinizing stare, before looking back up to his cerulean gaze. 

“When was the last time you ate, Vergil? Self care can’t go completely out the window.”

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“Euh,” he makes a very clear sound, one sickened by the thought of swimming, particularly in the bay. Filtered water had a tint to it, so he couldn’t imagine his white skin after taking a dip in the unfiltered cesspool surrounding the city. He’d probably turn green, especially his hair if a film clung to him. “Years.” The last time he was even remotely near a pool was in his adoptive parent’s custody, so… Ten years of age? Maybe a little older?

He noticed her eyes, and couldn’t help but wonder what they had to say about what they saw of him right now. Sincerely, he was rarely ever lazy like this, it almost hurt him in more ways than one so content as to not worry about a single thing. But sometimes, it was necessary to take a break, albeit a very brief one. But… Oh, when did he last eat anything? “I- Mon…day,” he wasn’t certain, and it resulted in him knitting his brows together nicely as he thought about it, “So…yesterday.” Today was Wednesday.

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♥-- “Um...” She could almost giggle at his discrepancy. But japes aside, this was no laughing matter. “Let’s go get something to eat,” she spoke softly, as not to seem like she was giving him orders. “I’ll pay! What takes your fancy these days, Mr. Sparda? Perhaps a medium rare steak? Broccoli and cheddar soup? You always used to like...” Kat slowly trailed off upon the realization that this replacement of her old friend likely had little in common with the first edition. 

“...Used to like those.”

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When Kat isn’t home  ( dantesbooty and I are quite sure that Vergil is actually playing this song:  [x] )

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“Oh come on, I had to, opportunity was there.” Kat giggled then grinned widely at him. She giggled again before swatting his arm playfully. “Oh, so I’m a meanie now? No back scratches for you then.”

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♦-- “Good!” Dante spoke with feigned immaturity, jutting his chin out and turning around.

 “And to think I had a surprise for you tonight...”

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♦– “It is.”

He stood from the bed, stretching slightly and reaching to scratch his back. “You should invest in a backscratcher. For me. As a present.”

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“Or, I could scratch your back for you. If you bend down a little, I’ll be able to reach. Not your usual nail marks of choice eh?” She spoke playfully, watching him stretched before climbing to her feet herself with a little yawn and sigh.

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♦-- “I am offended!” 

Dante laughs, watching her yawn and tilting his head whilst she did so. 

“No thanks. I don’t take scratches from meanies.”

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dante: this year, i lost my dear brother vergil

vergil: (from the depths of hell) QUIT TELLING EVERYONE I'M DEAD!

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//Ta-da! Like I said I would! :D 

Dunno if this counts as a possible spoiler for our thread…but ah well~

Please do not reblog unless you are righthandoftheorder; you can like but this is a gift, so yeah. Please?

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((reblogging again bc this was dope af ^.^ Still saved onto my phone tbh))

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♦– Dante’s eyes brightened at her colored cheeks, reaching over to lightly ruffle her hair, “You do enough by bein’ in my life.”

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Kat wrinkled her nose at him, swatting at his shoulder lightly. Upon hearing him, the blush in her cheeks darkened significantly. “Then I’ll do my best to stay, if that’s what you need me to do.”

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♦-- “It is.”

He stood from the bed, stretching slightly and reaching to scratch his back. “You should invest in a backscratcher. For me. As a present.”

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♥– “Okay, okay,” Kat giggled, hopping off the counter and brushing her black leggings off. 

“Let’s go.”

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“Alright then darling,” Dante made a show of bowing and offering her his arm. “The chariot awaits us to take us to the most exquisite meal,” 

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♥-- “You’re a dork,” Kat said with a wide grin, pushing away his arm. 

She opened the small front door, holding it open with an almost challenging expression.

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♦– Dante’s grin widened noticeably with the soft lips against his skin, turning his head fully to look at her after the witch had pulled away. “Anything for a friend. We’re family now.”

“I’ll always be here, Kat.”

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Family. That was something the witch could never remember really having. Friends sure, but someone to call her family? She’d never had that. Kat smiled at him, not bothered by blushing cheeks. 

“We’re family. I’ll always be here for you too Dante. I may not be able to do much to help you, but I’ll do my best.”

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♦-- Dante’s eyes brightened at her colored cheeks, reaching over to lightly ruffle her hair, “You do enough by bein’ in my life.”

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♥– Kat looked down at the floor, blushing slightly– as she had not intended to fully push them from the counter. 

“Ah…Do you like Mexican food?”

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Dante shrugged his shoulder slightly, not caring about the incidental mess that Kat made. He’d get to cleaning it up later, eventually. 

“I don’t worry about that. I like Mexican, let’s go get some. Come on let’s go get some,”

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♥-- “Okay, okay,” Kat giggled, hopping off the counter and brushing her black leggings off. 

“Let’s go.”

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Like for a starter ♥♦♥♦

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♦-- “If you weren’t so little, I’d beat your ass.”

“You win this time, squirt, but don’t think it’s gonna work every time.”

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♦– “I know you are but what am I?”

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“You’re a pain in my ass, is what you are,”

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♦-- “Not yet, but I could be a pain in your ass, very soon.”