#one-armed-hunter

[hyliaspower]

“Write one sentence on this piece of paper, and then I’ll let you up.”

Let me Study… (no longer accepting!!)

   Zelda struggled a bit when Nero had pinned her to her own bed. Since when did he have access to her room? Only her knight and her Father did… Maybe Father had gained him access to her room.

   Closing her eyes, she let out a small growl as she shifted and groaned. “Give me a pen then, Nero.” She grumped at him, moving to take a pen from him. She stared at the paper for a moment before writing down something.

  The Guardians are to protect Hyrule, we mustn’t abuse them.

  She looked to the sentence then to the male that started to accompany her. “There. I did it. Let me up.”

[hyliaspower]

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A Smell to Describe (still accepting!!)

  “Death.” She commented softly, closing her eyes to try and remember the very smell she got off of the male she had a small encounter with once. “Death and blood. But he has gotten the smell of the fields of this world.” She smiled. “The smell of grass does suit him better.”

[militibus-ex-umbra]

“I got a bottle of whiskey calling my name so I may not be back here tomorrow morning or ever.” Vergil

“Drink responsibly Nero, your healing abilities will not negate the hangover from going in too hard.”

[thedemonkingganon]

“You got a jacked-up notion of fair play pal, and it’s beginning to piss me off.”

      “Fair? Whoever said anything about this being fair?” He actually got a laugh out of that “Hmph expecting your enemy to play fair is a good way to wind up in an early grave.” Raising up a metal gauntlet to block any incoming gunshots.

[militibus-ex-umbra]

“I’m on a chandelier looking fucking cool.” - Vergil

“You felt the need to climb all the way up there?” He called up to the younger hunter. Mainly confused more so then anything else.

[militibus-ex-umbra]

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!” - Uncle Dante

“Hey no come on you don’t need to be so upset so fast. You’re still got a fiery temper huh.” Dante joked as he tossed the other’s coat back to him.

[militibus-ex-umbra]

“What does hell look like?” - Vergil

“Different areas and levels of it have different appearances. Some areas like where Mundus used to reside looked like a depiction of something holy….. though that was more because he viewed himself as a god.” The elder son of Sparda explained. “The appearance of the area normally depends on the demon ruling that space.”