patience.
* acts of dominance // accepting
Bouncing his leg and tapping his fingers against his knee, Nero wanted to be anywhere but there. Well, it wasn’t so much that he didn’t want to be there, but he wanted to get up and get moving. He was never one to sit still for long, and he was practically suffering ! Shifting to look at Vergil, he wondered how he seemed so calm and relaxed when they weren’t doing anything.
❝ Easy for you to say, you look like a damn statue. How much longer do we gotta wait ? ❞










