send a ✮ & i’ll generate a number ( platonic edition ) || Accepting
It wasn’t like Nero to give affection without wanting to annoy his father. And rarely did he give it just to give it. But something had been eating at him. He had a nightmare the previous night, the one that seemed to haunt him every time he closed his eyes. His mother’s death. Breaking out into a cold sweat and panting like he had been fighting hoards of demons.
Of course the teen knew he wasn’t a kid anymore so he wasn’t going to disturb his dad. Though he wanted to. He stayed put in his bed trying to calm down and didn’t get any more sleep for the rest of the night. It wasn’t until he heard rustling around in the kitchen that he left his bed. Figuring Dad would be cooking or up getting something to drink, he moved out of the bedroom his chest heaving and his heart felt constricted.
It was a childish fear and stupid to worry about the man as a teen when the guy could go through hell and live. But he couldn’t help it. He didn’t want his Dad to just up and disappear one day never coming back. Gulping a bit he moved into the kitchen not saying a word before he wrapped his arms around his father’s waist and buried his head in the man’s shoulder. Only when he felt Vergil was really there and alive did he allow himself to relax and breathe easy.