VERGIL HUFFS A FRUSTRATED BREATH OF AIR, ivory brows slinking down in sharp furrows. it isn’t easy to elaborate on personal matters, things that concern the makeup of his identity. he is an astute and well spoken individual, but —
(some part of him is angry that dante simply doesn’t know. it is unfair to make such assumptions–they’ve been so diverted from one another, so separate from the hip-attachment they shared in adolescence, it is a language that needs to be relearned. he recognizes that irrationality and extricates it before it can surface, but the vexation remains in vestigial echoes.)
he gesticulates vaguely with his gloved hand. ‘ i’ve been in hell for twenty years, and the mercenary business for another near decade. forgive me if i’m lacking social grace, dante! i don’t .. i don’t know, what i’m trying to say. i thought — maybe .. you might .. understand. ‘
>> 🔥 << BODY LANGUAGE SITS HEEDLESS WITHIN WOODEN CHAIR BEHIND HIS DESK, hands lazily set upon lap as legs strung up against it. he frowns slight when his question wasn’t taken so well ; when it had been so genuine in the first place. he hangs his head, letting out a soft huff of his own although not with the same INTENSITY his brother held just prior. pulling his legs down and scooting closer his brows furrowed, elbows rest upon cracked desk.
he wasn’t simple - minded but he wasn’t an all - knowing BEING who could understand what people meant with small indicator. most times he could guess and before they had gone their separate ways they had been closer than ever. but time had passed, more than enough happening to them via their own hand or others in that frame.
the younger cambion’s brows knit when elder speaks, groaning soft at first. ❝ i mean i COULD if y’weren’t so -- ❞ he breaks off, wavering as the conversation UP TO that point finally delivers with context and he perks up. oh. oh. he gets it now. aw shit he’s been a total JERK for the last TEN MINUTES, let alone teasing him for not making a lick’a sense.
❝ i think i do ( finally ) -- sorry. uh . . we’re talkin’ ‘bout GENDER ‘n how y’do or don’t feel . . ‘ bout YOURSELF yeah ?? ❞
