#tidefell

[fractempyreal]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    You look to be . . .   doing well .    ❜        𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 ,        watching as he toils at the mobile agency that precariously perches atop a set of car jacks .   Tongue presses against the roof of his mouth ,   lips pursing as mind races to find a coheisive string of words to grasp to  (  a herculean task in of itself ,   The Devil never having excelled in the art of casual conversation  ) .   Eyes slip aside ,   foregoing the attempt of holding conversation all together before they rest on the book on the workbench not too far from them .   Gaze lingers a little too long on its worn cover ,   before flicking aside towards the occupied hunter .   Arms once folded across chest now fall away ,   Yamato humming comfortably in their hand as they approach the workbench  &  push aside the wrench that sat a little too near the book  &  taking it into their hand . 

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ❛    — Have you caught up on your reading ?    ❜ / @tidefell

[ulfhrafnx]

whatever  helps  you  sleep  at  night. / Dante!

𝚂𝚃𝙸𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙿𝙾𝚃

something in the way he says it , like the outcome doesn't matter to him one way or another, cracks her hardened exterior. disappointment escalating to anger , boiling to the surface and threatening to spill over. ❝ enough with the nonchalant bullshit. you care about him just as much as i do. ❞ he doesn't bother meeting her gaze , and she suspects its because she can see through his charade. it's easier to pretend when your eyes can't give you away.

still, she takes it as disrespect , the way his dessert is higher priority than the livelihood of his nephew, than her warning. it only pushes her further over the edge, until finally --

in one swift motion she snatches the sundae away from him and flings it into the garbage, demanding his complete attention.

❝ you need to tell him the truth or i will. before he does something he will regret. ❞

[lyriiumghost]

                        ‘        I’ve only heard stories of the wardens ,   though I have never come across them in my travels .   At least not until now .        ’            folding his arms ,   he peers at the man rather curiously ,   though not unkindly as head dips in a mode of RESPECT .                          ‘       My name is Fenris ,   you must be Alistair .   Pleased to make your acquaintance ,   though I wish it had been on better terms .        ’

                  @tidefell​

[fractempyreal]

@tidefell​ ( Nero ) echoed:  “Here, lean on me. I’ll support you.”

𝐇𝐄  𝐉𝐄𝐑𝐊𝐒  𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 ,  𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒  𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎  𝐀  𝐆𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐄  𝐀𝐒  𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋  𝐀𝐒  𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐎𝐅  𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑 .        Unfortunately ,   the muscle spasm  &  splash of blood that smears across the ground is enough to make him GRUNT under his breath .   Sucking in a sharp breath ,   Vergil closes his eyes ,   gritting his teeth in biting back the HISS that threatens to slip from him .   YES he was injured ,   but the blood loss was nothing that he wasn’t used to  (  the Fury now lays dead on the ground after an attempted sneak attack against the younger hunter  )  .                          ❛    I’ve suffered worse ,   I don’t need your help .    ❜        𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡  𝐨𝐮𝐭 ,   𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧  𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫  𝐜𝐨𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 .        Of course he’s suffered worse ,   &  as fingers firmly press into the gash in his side ,   feeling the soft tissue as well as the muscle that sits underneath .   He feels his side slick with blood ,   fabric  &  coat SATURATED with the warm life that continuously seeps from him .   Any other person perhaps would have found themselves FAINT at the loss ,   but Vergil waves the younger man off ,   head turning away with a low SCOFF that shoots past his lips .  

                         ❛    There will be more coming .   Worry about yourself ;   I’ll live .     ❜

[ulfhrafnx]

∗ 53﹕ sender  buys  receiver  a  drink  at  a  bar . / Dante!

meme // accepting

❝ you trying to wine and dine me or are you preparing to tell me something i might not like ? ❞ she accepts the drink offered to her all the same, moving to a more secluded area of the bar where prying ears could not so easily eavesdrop on their conversation.  ❝ you were supposed to meet me three hours ago. what happened ?  i had to wait with your brother for what felt like eternity. didn’t know he was back in town. ❞ she won’t inquire further than that, knowing the subject of family for the sparda clan to be delicate at best. wounds running far deeper than any cared to admit, she could see it in nero’s face each time the subject was broached. some truths were best left buried in the past.

❝ thought maybe you’d finally met your match. ❞  leaning back in her seat she sips at the whiskey in hand , free hand idly fidgeting with the wolf torque around her neck as she props her legs up on the chair across from her.   ❝ did you find what you were looking for ?  ❞ @tidefell