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[ Holy fuck I found the password/login info for this account.
However!
I have moved Dante to a new blog, @speakofthedxvil! Please go follow him there!!! I am absolutely -so- sorry that this happened. I don’t even know how I found the log in info, let alone get logged in successfully. Have a goodnight, everyone! I super apologise for my extended hiatus and I’m still not certain how there’s still 160 followers here.
But yes. Please follow @speakofthedxvil. ]
-{✖}- Think he could walk. He was regretting the phrase already with the amount of blood he could feel underneath him, saturated into the dirt. He must have been there for hours previous to this fellow finding him; that and it had been unbearably hot throughout the day… The feeling of sunburn was strong on the back of his neck and the tips of his ears though all of this was shrouded bitterly by the tightness in his chest and the generalized pain that seemed to be pulsing through him like an electric voltage. “I… left at six this morning…” He uttered, groaning as he attempted to move and sit up. All his ailing strength allowed him to do was to prop himself wearily against the nearest tree and practically collapse again. If it weren’t for the pain, he’d have felt nothing but numbness; oh how cold it was now in comparison to the day. Nero’s ego was shoved back down as the other spoke of accepting help when injured; a soft nod given in understanding. He couldn’t see how injured he was, but he was very aware of how tight his chest was, as well as how his right leg seemed to not respond too well to movement. Still, it was more than likely just shock and was littered with nothing more than cuts and bruises. He’d soon find out. “I’d… appreciate your help… “ Wheezy.
“Six huh?” Dante watched as Nero propped himself up against a tree, a thought spiralling around his head for a moment before he shook it off. Nah, no way. There wasn’t any conceivable proof. He crossed his arms for a moment, then he nodded, “So you’ve been out here all day without anyone realizin’ you’re gone? Kinda odd if you ask me. They seemed quite th’ sort to keep an eye on people back there.”
At the mention of wanting help, Dante cracked a grin. He knew that ego was a huge thing, hell he had problems with his own. From his own standpoint, Nero could barely stand, let alone handle any other potential baddies out there. Not accepting help would’ve spelled his death.
Well, not really. The cambion probably would’ve dragged him back anyways; accepting the help or not. He had a thing about letting deaths be on his conscious.
“Alright then, you say when and I’ll drag ya back. In one piece, don’t worry.”
Saw everyone doodling their muses tonight and felt like doing the same. @bloodofsparda left me with an idea before he went to bed….this is the result c:
Someone: You're so dramatic!
Me, with a rose between my lips, throwing glitter around, dressed in evening wear during the day, draping myself across a piano: I have no idea what you're talking about
i could have sᴀᴠᴇᴅ you───
───but i was so───
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-{✖}- Blue hues scanned the male that finally quit prodding his rib-cage with the piece of tree. His thought of this stranger were beginning to twist within his mind; who, besides himself, would be wondering the woods at such an early time in the day? He had never come across his crimson-clad male before and thus his suspicions and curiosity had been piqued. Pretty beat up? Nero was unsure how he was still breathing with the amount of pressure he previously had in the form of a beast on his chest; how stupid he had been to go out on such a heated day with no source of hydration. It had resulted in him being in the worst state he had been in a long while. “What time is it?” The other’s question was temporarily discarded; how embarrassing it would be to be seen being carried back to the order by a fellow that was twice his size and him looking like a drunken teen that had too much to drink a few hours previous. No, playing the damsel in distress was not on his rota for the day. “And nah… I think I can walk~” Think; he had hardly tried moving yet other than lifting his head and perhaps glancing around a small amount.
Dante watched with curiosity, cocking his head to the side. If someone were to liken the cambion to a dog at the moment, it would be a good allusion to the fact that he was curious. Here was this kid, who looked pretty familiar, and had that aura that felt… similar. Casually he shifted his stance, dropping the stick next to him and resting his arms on his knees.
For a moment, he had to wonder if this Nero kid was yanking his chain. It was night-time, though it could be considered early if one were to go with the after midnight issue… oh, right.
Back to current situation.
“Well, it’s past midnight last I checked. I came out for a breath of fresh air, and found you being some sort of chew toy.” He reached up and rubbed his chin in thought, watching Nero try and move, “Say, kid, if you’re injured, don’t try an’ be macho about it. Accept help when its offered, eh?”
He eased up on his feet, to scan the area for threats. So far, none had approached, so Dante considered them lucky. “If you think you have it, then don’t let me stop you.”
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❄– “Well if you have places then don’t let me slow you down you can go on ahead if you want to don’t let me stop you, and I do? Well I sure hope so because I’m engaged to the devil.” She stated as she jumped onto a rock and walked ahead but slowly wanting him to atleast catch up.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” He commented, following idly behind. Dante really had nowhere to go, he said that to get a reaction. “And I’m mostly talkin’ about how ya didn’t wanna cross th’ creek. Bro hates water, so if he was here, he’d probably giving me death threats just about now.”
Pause.
“Yer engaged? Huh.”
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A silver brow rose in response to both the actions and his younger brother’s words, but for the most part, his expression was fairly neutral. And at the challenge, he said nothing, simply placing Yamato by his side once more, giving a small nod in response. Without warning, he promptly picked up Dante, slinging him with ease over his shoulder as he headed to the Devil Slayer’s room now.
He did say make him…
“Wh – Hey!” Dante flailed half-heartedly when he was picked up, acting very much like a kid. He could only muster so much strength when he was sick though, and as a result he resorted to sulking instead.
“I hate you so much right now Verg.”
-{✖}- A cough came from his person as he forced his head to lift up, dust seemingly spitting from his lungs. Studying the male that stood before him with the same ashen hair only he seemed much older, cockier… than himself, Nero quipped a brow. How dizzy he felt, he could scarcely focus on the figure that was there and had to shut his brightly blue eyes for just a moment before speaking. Had he not, he’d have vomited over the other’s boots. “Do you mind not prodding me? It’s sore.” The first words out of his mouth were croaked; still unable to see straight and make out the features of the fellow currently poking him with a branch. “…Nero.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.” Dante stopped poking him with the stick, setting it to the side. For a moment he had nothing to say, concern lacing his gaze as contemplated on the best way to help the stranger – this Nero – out.
Finally the cambion stood and scanned the area to assess the threat level, before he knelt back down.
“Alright, Nero. I’d ask how yer doin’ but you look pretty beat up from where I stand.” Silence for a moment, “So what’s it I can do for ya? Need me t’ carry you back to civilization?” It was a sensible question, since Dante always got yelled at for randomly helping people without asking first.
[ Oh hey, I’ve reached past 100 followers here. Nice.
*flings Dante’s Pizza (TM) at you all* ]
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❅– “Thats easier said than done..and I appreciate if you not use that megaphone because I would like to keep my hearing until the age of 60 please..” She muttered turning torwards him jumping on a rock.
“It’s not that bad, it’s just a little water. Jeeze, you remind me of my brother.” To his credit, Dante did drop the ‘megaphone’ and crossed his arms. “Time’s awastin’ and I have places t’ be and people to greet ya know?”
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“Yeah and being named after a book called Dante’s inferno is any better.” She liked her name so he can go stuff it if her name was weird. “You go kill those bother some demons. It would save me the trouble of having to clean my sword and I can get paid to just sat back and relax.” She smirked leaning the wall. Well it seemed this was going to be an easy job after all.
“Well first off, I work alone. I dunno who’s sellin’ y’ otherwise, but uh, yeah.” Dante wrinkled his nose at the strange woman, knowing that no matter what he said, she was gonna tag along and nag all the way. “And congratulations, you can read. Now can you leave; I’m kinda busy if y’ haven’t noticed.”
He did a quick scan of the area, noting that they still hadn’t been noticed. Dante would hate to have this conversation broken.
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She looked annoyed rolling her eyes “The name’s Dalai, so there we’re not strangers now.” How did she get stuck with the same contract with this guy? Well didn’t matter now since it was just going to a one time thing. She prefer and always worked alone.
“Dalai, huh? Funny name.” Dante hefted Rebellion up to rest on his shoulder. “Look, I don’t even know why you’re here, so uh, if you’d be so kind, I’ve got some demons t’ kill.” He was on a tight schedule, and he still had no clue as to why she kept following him around, as if it was his fault for something.
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