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[noiroux]

Part 2 of Clothes Shopping Adventure

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“Noir, I believe you’re the mistaken. Lingerie cannot make something perfect any better. It’s merely meant to add ornamentation." 

"Vergil, Vergil. It’s not just ornamentation. You need to understand that lingerie is meant to celebrate your utmost favorite physical aspect of your significant other. So which is it? Her butt or her boobs?" 

"You spend an obscene amount of time with my brother.”

Of all the word choices he could’ve used… 

I cross my arms, “Answer the question, brother-in-law.” he makes a face at the title I had given him, “You and Dante aren’t even married.” 

“Our mutual distaste for commitment is what keeps us together.” Even I could tell he was trying really hard to avoid answering my question, “Vergil, tell me.”

“Vergil.”

“Vergil!”

“Legs.”

“What?”

“It’s her legs. I like her legs.” he pinches the bridge of his nose because I am clearly annoying him but it was hard to take him seriously when he was surrounded by panties and corsets. I smile at him, “Do you know what this means?” His shoulders slump as the fingers on his left hand press to his temple, he closes his eyes, “Please. Enlighten me.” he says with a heavy sigh.

 “Thigh highs and garter belts.” I say quietly as if it were the secret to the universe. His eyes widen ever so slightly at the realization, he straightens up and looks to me with a serious expression. 

“You are a genius.” 

[noiroux]

Clothes Shopping Adventure

@vil-n

It was strange. First, was the fact that Vergil had asked me to accompany him on a trip to Neiman Marcus of all the god forsaken places. Second, was the rate at which the entire department store seemed to devoid itself of its other upscale patrons leaving behind only their (rather frightened looking) employees. My guess was that this wasn’t the first time Vergil had stepped into this place. 

It didn’t take long for me to grow bored of looking at all the clothes that could pay the shop’s rent. So I made a game out of showing Vergil random articles of clothing simply for the thrill of getting some semblance of reaction from him. 

“What about this one?” I said holding up a rather riske piece of lingerie that’s barely hanging off of the hanger by its strings. 

Vergil makes a point not to look directly at it as he busies himself with the array of suits lined up before him, “Please do not bring my brother’s interests into our shopping trip.” he says in a flat tone which indicates that he doesn’t feel like humoring me at the moment. 

Yet the grin on my face doesn’t falter, “Not for me, silly. For Vil.” I make sure to emphasize his wife’s name as I shake the hanger. 

He finally looks up at me, narrowing his eyes at the silk and lace, but he considers it for a moment before finally deciding his opinion, “No, that’s not right… Take that back where you got it.” I stare blankly at him awaiting the second part of his response, “Actually… I’ll go back with you. We’re going to pick something better.” He breathes out after, whether to calm himself or to express his impatience is beyond me but it doesn’t matter at this point because I got the reaction I wanted in the end as I push him excitedly towards the lingerie area.

[noiroux]

@vil-n WAIT AM I WRITING IT OR DRAWING IT?? 8U

[ayamacelestine]

writing trade for @vil-n

Autumn sunlight streams through the blinds, warming up the pallid arm that the first bit of ray can catch--But it’s not enough. She draws it away, closer to herself as she lays on her stomach, a smile blooming as another hand looms close. It’s free of it’s normal leather restraint, exposing only skin and a calloused palm with fingertips to match. His touch is rough, the scraping of skin upon skin in this light-filled room, but in it she finds gentleness and comfort. Not truly a back scratch, but more of just...Feeling his touch on her back. The way his fingertips swayed to and fro, tracing unknown patterns and swirls, until his hand started getting lower and lower and she had to lean up on an elbow and pap his chest with a mischievous smile. He retreats back to his former activity with a laugh.

She finds it funny, maybe a bit silly, that someone of his stature would lose so horribly to someone like her (jack of all trades didn’t include this). Maybe this is why she finally laughs in the silence, biting her lower lip to withhold anymore jovial outbursts as his weight shifts in the creaking bed. There’s a look of humor glittering in those eyes of his, like ice melting at the sun’s first touch, and he smirks. Chuckles, even. The breath he exhales is like steel-forged winter, all might and cold but ever so warm like a hearth.

The blankets strewn around them is enough to call it a nest of sorts, but she doesn’t mind and neither does he. It’s when she decides that she can’t keep her eyes open anymore, that she covers her chest and scoots closer to him before finally embracing him in a sleepy hug.