May 3, 2015
MAY NOT BE /YOUR/ VERGIL, BUT STILL VERGIL ENOUGH TO SCOLD YOU GFDI DANTE.
A thumb swipes at the inside of his eye, lips pursed ( wibble wibble, they tremble with false distress ), brows drawn and arched over his eyes to complete the counterfeit dejection. How could his not-twin be so cruel!? And what had he done to deserve such a scolding, such a disparaging tone thrown his way like a sword ( or perhaps there really had been a sword accompanying the reprimand, and his peripheral erudition had caused him to move to the side reflexively, un-aware of his own motion ), and such a steely disapproval?
Perhaps it’s the fact that he’s a grown half-demon man feigning tears for his own paltry amusement. What an absolute depth of maturity.
