𝙸𝙽𝚃 . 𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝙻 𝚅𝙴𝙽𝙾𝙼 , 𝙶𝚄𝙴𝚂𝚂 𝚆𝙷𝙾'𝚂 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺
status, closed — featuring Nara Yung Hee.
There was a time when you would be hard press to find Dante doing anything worth note. Not unless it involved some sort of sin and debauchery to add to the ever-growing list he had accumulated. Responsibilities were fleeting, sometimes he took them seriously, and other times— he didn’t. Often he fell towards the latter. Self-gratification was what he lived for these days. Things had been so different before Calamity.
Alone in his office, he could be honest with himself. He did love it here, but he was a selfish creature. And that stirring in him to go wandering again, was clawing at his brain. Dark eyes shifted towards the soft glow of a gem that sat on one of his displays. The soul inside it had been one of the first he’d captured. His gaze flickering to trophy after trophy. Gifts and pledges given to him during a time in his life when he felt the most — God-like. Some of his best times. He sounded like an old fart reminiscing on his prime. He was old, but not that old.
Shaking it the feeling he reached for his drink when the door to his office opened— sans a knock.
“How many times do I–“ words halted when he saw the figure staring in his doorway.
That oh-so-familiar smirk. The visage of a person he never thought he see again. Whatever chastising had been on his lips was quickly gone. Now Donte didn’t run. No, no he meandered about where ever he walked. But he moved from behind his desk with a quickness. Capturing both sides of her face and planting a pop kiss on her lips.
“ And here I thought our game of hide and seek would go on forever. “
they were children when they met. a vague memory of the boy who had been by her side for as long as she could remember. they weren’t children in the tradition sense; at least she didn’t remember ever being a kid; she had no childhood, no memory of it, only a father she would learn to barter for affection. if i’m good today, maybe he’ll favor me. but nara has always been like that. hungry for affection - and that is why she stayed by dante’s side for so long. because there was a time when she was alone, and so was he, and they only had eeach other.
she still remembered the last time she saw him. the night they parted ways. how desperate she’d been to follow him, because with him by her side, she knew she’d always be remembered. even when all else went to shit. because it did - go to shit. glory, and fame, and worshippers crawling up her back and trying to burn her to the ground. past lovers caught in lies and schemes and she might have been - a liar, an abandoner, ran when the knive was too close to her throat, but that was who she was.
she let it all burn, and went back to the only anchor she’s ever had.
he was easier to track, then she thought. or perhaps she’s just gotten too good at it.
“you’ve gotten incredibly bad at hiding.” it was only the back of his head she was looking at right now, but she could reognise every bit of his frame. had a familiar sense to it; she dared not speak of coming home, he was not her home - she belonged nowhere, and this land for anything but a place she could settle down at - however dante, her dante, was her strenght.
he moved quick, caught by surprise - of course. it was the desired effect; and she couldn’t help but smirk, and then eventually grimace at the wet kiss on her perfectly glossed lips.
“lipstick, darling.” she patted her lips lightly with the tips of her index and middle finger, dark hues locked on his; scolding. he never truly cared about things like that. so impulsive that one. did he forget how much she cared for her appearance?
she moved closer then, slender arms wrapping around his neck; pulling him into a tight hug. this was better. “that’s how you properly greet an old friend.”
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