#insurgcnt

[yamatoforvergil]

Whispers in his ear, "M o i s t."

A rough sigh drops his shoulders about half an inch, before a gloved hand comes up and presses firmly to his twin's face, giving a rather hard shove. "Father should've dropped you at the orphanage the day you were born."

[cyansovereign]

" ♪ It took a while to get me here, and I'm gonna take my tiiime, ♪ " @insurgcnt

[cavaeaquilae-blog]

"A hole. Y'know, like, a piece missing? Thought all you guys had 'em."

Oh.

“I know what a hole is, smartass, “  And with a second to process a spontaneous question like…that, what they’re actually talking about here clicks.  “Just ‘cuz you don’t see it doesn’t mean I don’t have one.”

[bcnriya]

@insurgcnt

     He liked the younger guy. A lot. But whatever the fuck he’d just seen was a bit... out of his fucking depth. Worick ran a large, calloused hand through his blond hair before shaking his head and patting himself down to find a cigarette.

     “So... demons, huh?”

[yamatoforvergil]

LONG EXHAUSTED GROAN.

[cyansovereign]

@insurgcnt

“Hmm?”

He aims a glance over his shoulder at Dante, along with a smile. “There’s only one thing I have to see tonight, and that’s you.” he says. “The rest is just a bonus.”

He opens a garganta for the second time tonight, though the trip takes two seconds as opposed to twenty minutes since he was only traveling to the other side of the glass wall (breaking the lock on the sliding door to the balcony would’ve let a draft in). He takes Dante’s hand, leading him through, and closes it once they’re safely inside. The change is immediate, immense, and relieving: from 10 below with snowflakes falling on their shoulders, to a nice toasty 70-degree hotel room. No one needed to know they were squatting for a few hours.

It’s almost 10 pm, so they had some time before the ball dropped. That should give them plenty of time to play, rest and recharge, watch the event...and then get back to playing in the 2019 half of things. There was the risk, even a hundred and twenty feet up, that their chosen place could become scandalous with all of the towering buildings littering New York...but if that should happen, why not give back to the community anyway? There were worse ways to start a new year.

[yamatoforvergil]

Eats Vergil's stash of almonds. Loudly. Very loudly. Right behind him. Nothing quite like quality time with a sibling.

“I hope you know that I’ve already sold what little you own to pay me back for those.”

[yamatoforvergil]

💦

Sad Boi Meme

“Aw, c’mon! I didn’t mean t’ hit him, Mom..we were just playin’, like always..”

“Hush, Dante. You know your brother’s not as strong as you are, and yet you always goad him into getting hurt.”

Weak sniffles are stifled as Eva picks Vergil up, thin arms wrapping around her neck. He can feel his brother’s eyes on him, remorseful and confused, and he glances back at Dante, their gaze meeting briefly. The back of his hand wipes at his tears, and he can’t muster up the strength to really say anything; Dante was right, they’d just been playing like they always did. But he remains silent, instead hiding his face against his mother’s shoulder as she carries him away, tears drying on his cheeks.