@vergl said: " ever since back then you've made your whole world demonic." loosely releasing the leaf of a book it was returned to the empty slot alofta shelf. not yet had his gaze moved to face the other. though his attention was hers and hers alone. a typical silence followed between them accompanied with a stillness from his posture. only when fixing his collar was his frame turned to face lady. a slow gait to close the gap between them just as worldless as prior. In the moments of rejoining her the blue gaze of his own held onto those split colored eyes of hers. eventually there no longer was distance to part them. just an intimacy. digits rose up within their gauntless to take hold of cascade of her framed face. only the tips of brunette locks brushed his fingers. regardless of what vergil imitated in his skewed and self imagined thought of romance he still would present to her a loyalty and a sense of companionship. there gazes held like those of hands interlocking. quietness. . . a brush of his thumb against the height of her cheekbone. the rumble of a hm within his muted amusement. he was amused afterall. " you've even gone to call a devil a lover.''
to others, vergil was an extremely intense, cold + calculating individual. the way lady understood him, however, was far more than mindless assumptions. in her apartment, he takes off his shoes before entering. he treats her things with the respect and care that even she wouldn't give them, and how he speaks to her in such a low, careful register. maybe he isn't kind, but there's a kindness in his eyes, coupled with an admiration, and the tiniest bit of humor.
it was true. when she was a child, demon reports and dissertations were all she cared to pay any attention to. what made them tick. what they were weak to. how to take one apart. it was all... driven by a blind need for vengeance, mixed with a gut-wrenching anxiety for what was to come. her father had taught her what a monster was truly made of, and how he fit in with the ilk so seamlessly. dante and vergil had shown her the depths of their hearts... how they bleed red just as she does.
still, in their line of work, the books were still handy.
as he approaches, lady keens her head toward him, eyes casually expectant as she bored them into his. his touch follows, and at the hold of his palm at her neck, she feels her eyes flutter closed.
were they ever all that different ? she remembered two stubborn, misguided teenagers, met at blade's edge. both chasing... any sort of control. their paths meandered far away, but they always found each other again. each time... less and less spiteful. from this deep resistance grew familiarity, and from the familiarity grew respect, and from this respect... grew affection.
her cheek chases his palm, and his given warmth spreads over her face, and her lips involuntarily pull into a smile. soft, and sweet. she was putty in his hands, prepared to fall asleep at any mention of the word. after a moment, her eyes crack open, and she peers at him through lidded eyes, the tiniest hint of mischief allowing the corner of her mouth to flick upward.
lady uses their conjoined hands to tug hum closer in a fluid motion, her grip strong, and his, unsuspecting. she tilts her chin up towards his jaw, skin flush against one another. she can smell his cologne. her lips speak right to his in a low register. " --- i'd ought to remind you, that this human you once thought of as ' weak ', is to take you to bed this evening. "
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