#abstersivetournure

[keepinitssstylish]

Mom + Are your proud of both of your sons, especially after what Vergil has done?

“Oh, I knew someone would ask this eventually. Well, alright.” “I know that Vergil has walked… a difficult path.” 

“…No, I shouldn’t be so soft. He wouldn’t want me to.”“I won’t deny it, what he did– what he’s done– was wrong. I know that, but I know he knows that, too, and I also know that there’s no one on this God given earth that can tear him down more than himself. He was always like that, you know. I remember, one time, he accidentally spilled the flour when he was helping my husband bake Santa’s cookies. He wouldn’t stop kicking himself for it for weeks! Poor dear.”  “…I guess this is more serious than spilling some flour, though, isn’t it?” “But he’s suffered, Lord knows he’s suffered, and I think he’s suffered enough. Oh! How I wish I could have been there for him, to hug him just once. I know that if someone was there for him, anyone at all, this would’ve never happened. He was just a boy – a hurt, broken, bitter boy who didn’t see any other way out. If only someone was there. If only…”“…But that was in the past, and I think he’s paid enough dues. I hear he’s in a much better place now. He has friends, people who love and care for him, and he has Dante. He’ll never stop beating himself up for what he’s done, I know better than that, but he’s moving on in his own way.”“More than anything, I want him to know that no matter what he does, or where he goes, I will always be proud of him, and I will always love him. I won’t approve of everything he does, certainly not, but I will always love him. And I want him to know that he can be good. He is good. Not perfect, but good.”“If only he could see that…”  

“If only…” 

[sardonicstripling-archive]

Devil Will Probably Cry || CA Closed w/ abstersivetournure

   Familiar faces weren’t what he was expecting when he entered this city. But, really, he didn’t expect a lot of things. 

   The chance meeting happened almost by accident. He was out on the streets, in the ‘Green Sector’. That’s what they called it, anyways. Not like he couldn’t see why; the place reminded him of another jungle he’d explored pretty recently. He almost expected a certain demon to come spiraling out of nowhere, hissing at him. 

   ‘Course, he wasn’t that unlucky. Oh no, the world had something entirely different planned for him. 

“...Dante?” 

   The familiar white hair was a sight he wasn’t too unfamiliar with. Not to mention the overall build, and even his face. But... Something was off. He looked... Younger? And a lot more focused? Disciplined? He looked less like a crazy uncle who would pick on you for kicks and more like an actual swordsman. 

“Yo, Dante!! That you?” 

   Without thinking, he’d run over to the man. Even if he didn’t really care for the guy all that much (though he blamed that more on how little he’d gotten to know of him), seeing a familiar face gave him a burst of energy. Of course, the quarter-demon knew not who exactly he had run into, nor the immense impact his meeting would have on him...

[herestothelittleguys]

listen children, all is not lost

“Saturday in the park, I think it was the fourth of July...”

Tinny music blared from the phone on the counter of the communal kitchen as its owner, a small man with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, rhythmically kneaded a mixture of ground beef and eggs in a bowl.

“Can you dig it, yes I can- RESIDENTS OF HIVE CITY, I BEG FOR YOUR ATTENTION-”

The bowl of proto-meatloaf nearly flew off of the counter as Steve basically jumped out of his skin, hands flying up to defend himself from the voice that reverberated from seemingly everywhere. He never saw any speakers down here, were they in the walls or something-?

And as abruptly as it began, the announcement ended. The only sounds in the entire Zeta dormitory were the ticking of the clock on the wall, Steve wheezing as he caught his breath, and “Listen children, all is not lost, all is not lost, ohh nooo-”

The music cut off as Steve’s thumb swiped across the screen, carelessly leaving a smear of meat-goop in its wake. 

So. ‘Under siege’ from something in the sky, huh? The weird city-reflection he saw after work a week ago was seeming less and less like an exhaustion induced hallucination by the minute. Better go make sure nothing weird was coming in through the elevator.

He grabbed one of the carving knives from where they hung on the wall and headed for the exit.

[keepinitssstylish]

 FROM: DANTE REDGRAVE TO: VERGIL REDGRAVE [7:19] so uh hey i wouldn’t look outside if i were you compadre

[7:21] actually you know what maybe you should just take a nap

[7:21] go on a snooze cruise for a couple a days

[7:21] take a mini vacation you know really treat yourself right

[7:21] know what i mean

[hotaruumaru]

This wasn't the first time he climbed a tree. He's been doing it quite more often, in fact, since he's arrived in the city. But this was the first time he lost balance, standing on a rather flimsy branch without noticing and landing on the ground below.

Ouch. The odd gray-colored paths sure felt different from the grass or dirt paths he was acquainted to. Falling face-first, it was sheer luck that he didn't have much injury other than a large scratch on the side of his cheek and on parts of his limbs where he hit the ground.

Flinching and straightening himself out to a sitting position on the ground, he found his body ached in some other places as well. On cue, fireflies came flying about him in broad daylight, gathering where his injuries are. He's had worse injuries but at the amount of fireflies that gathered about him, he must have looked like a wreck.

abstersivetournure

[akeyofserendipity]

to: vergil from: roxas

[1/2] it's times like this that i remember why the city always fixes itself. doesn't matter what happens. [2/2] are you safe?

[sperorevoco]

Vergil had been remarkably silent for at least a minute, focused on checking the strength of his pulse and temperature of his forehead, whether his friend appreciated the gesture or not. Finally, he dropped a hand on Haruto's shoulder and gripped it tightly like he was half tempted to shake sense into him. (He was.) "You're running a fever and your pulse is weak, you /idiot/. You're /ill/. How could you not tell -- tell /someone/?" [you're fuckin grounded kiddo]

           The half-demon’s sudden action disconcerted Haruto to a degree. He wasn’t used to others actively being concerned for his health, nor seeing if he was ill or not. So for Vergil to suddenly creep in at a relatively unexpected moment to check his pulse and his temperature…

           Well, Haruto was a little confused at first, right up until Vergil started scolding him. (And gripping his shoulder—ow, he forgets how strong Vergil really is sometimes—) 

"…Must’ve slipped past me." 

           The answer was poorly thrown out; an attempt to try and cover his tracks. Of course he’d known. How could he not? Wizards don’t generally get sick due to their enhanced fortitude (a rather mundane boon from what he sometimes considered the greatest of curses). Getting poisoned by Manticore—even as surprise strike to his heart—would’ve taken a full day to kill him. And he was actively fighting against it the whole time. So to find himself suffering the symptoms of—well, something—was an unexpected surprise. 

"That so?" 

           Vergil wasn’t buying it. Heck, Haruto was pretty sure the guy wasn’t even gonna consider the notion. The guy was like a human lie detector who could pick up on the tiniest details in how you talk, picking apart what you say and looking to find the truth behind your words. And right now, he could clearly tell Haruto was lying through his sickly, weak teeth. 

"Whatever the case, you’re still ill. Were I in your shoes, I wouldn’t do the foolish thing and try to push myself. Lie down and rest for a few days.” 

           There was a sort of… ‘concerned bite’ to his words? Oxymoron aside, Haruto could tell Vergil was genuinely concerned for him. And while Haruto would’ve normally actually done the foolish thing and tried to move on like normal, he didn’t like worrying others. Especially Vergil. 

"…Alright. I’ll take a day or two." 

           Hand still firmly gripping Haruto’s shoulder, Vergil would stare into the wizard’s eyes for a few moments. Finally, he would close his eyes and loose a sigh. 

"Smart choice." 

           Later, Vergil would make certain to lock all of the windows inside Haruto’s apartment. And would firmly stand outside the apartment door, the Yamato resting in folded arms.