“ Nero was right.”
perhaps it is cruel. she makes no attempts to announce herself properly: no clearing of the throat, a gentle hand on the shoulder, an ‘excuse me’ or ‘pardon me’. none of that is given. instead, it is a quiet voice that tries its best to never tremble nor shake and somehow, she succeeds. it is hands folded neatly over her stomach, hazel eyes focused on him and only him. it is the feeling of relief and regret mixing together into an almost unrecognizable ball of emotion. at the very least, it is not overpowering.
after all, she has had time to think and process. but time to prepare never really helps when it comes to the real thing. and in the middle of a lovely soiree, no less. had she had it her way, this would be somewhere more private but Eva could not let this chance slip by.
“ You really have grown......Vergil.” there is a mother’s love in her eyes, but the smile she wears is apologetic. she never did reach him in the end, did she?
@stormslayer -- soiree more like pain-ree hahahahaha this sucks man