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No Matter What They Say	By : Demonized Category: +A through F > Devil May Cry Views: 741 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One
- 2-Two
- 3-Three
- 4-Four
- 5-Five
- 6-Six
- 7-Seven
- 8-Eight
- 9-Nine
- 10-Ten
- 11-Eleven
- 12-Twelve
- 13-Thirteen
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Vergil had thought that maybe, just maybe, Dante would be willing to finally hear him out, to let Vergil explain that he hadn't been able to bear the thought of any sort of harm befalling Dante. Instead it is Vergil who had hurt Dante far worse than any other was capable of, both physically and emotionally, and realizing that is far more crushing than the absolute fact that Vergil had indeed abandoned Dante. That Vergil had been wholly selfish and self-serving. That Vergil had incorrectly assumed Dante to be far too human.
It should have been clear right from the start that Dante felt emotions as demons did, emotions as demons did, as Vergil does. Heightened to the extreme, beyond all rational thought and well out of the scope of what any language could ever possibly convey, never any less. So it should have been clear that Dante's love for Vergil is as boundless as Vergil's is for Dante, that there would never be room for another in Dante's heart, that they were the only ones ever able to complete the other.
Dante is justifiably angry at Vergil, the pain that Vergil had inflicted upon Dante so deeply rooted, and it feels like no amount of apologizing will ever make up for what Vergil has done. Vergil can live with Dante's anger, for it is no less than what Vergil deserves, but those four words… Vergil's heart constricts at those four words, the pain so acute that it feels as if Vergil might die, and Vergil moves before he can even begin to process what he is doing. With those four words the slim grasp that Vergil had on his emotions is completely severed, a wail escaping Vergil as he barrels into Dante and sends the both of them toppling off of the corner of the bed.
They land on the hardwood floor in a tangle of limbs, Dante taking the brunt of the fall, and Vergil desperately clings to him with his face buried in his chest. For several seconds Dante is still beneath Vergil, his body stiff, and then at the slightest shift Vergil tightens his hold on Dante, fearing that Dante will push him away. That Dante will leave him as he had left Dante and as hypocritical of Vergil as it is he cannot let Dante go.
A violent tremble runs through Vergil as Dante's hands come to lightly rest upon his shoulders and Vergil sobs as he screws his eyes shut, expecting the worst. Instead of pushing Vergil away Dante wraps his arms around Vergil, the tension draining from Dante's body, and Dante gives a softly muttered, "Damnit."
All that Vergil had wanted to say prior is lost in the overwhelming surge of emotions he had tried to suppress for so long, even going as far as casting them off with his humanity, and now all Vergil can manage is an, "I'm sorry," that is whimpered out between sobs. A short, simple phrase that will do little to ease Dante's pain but Vergil speaks it nevertheless. Vergil absolutely means it.
Dante gives a sob of his own, his claws digging in to the back of Vergil's shirt before he tightens his embrace even further. "I know," Dante whispers, voice cracked with the rawness of his pain, and curls his wings around Vergil. It is a comfort that Vergil knows he doesn't deserve, much like Vergil doesn't deserve Dante, but Vergil is all the more grateful to receive such a gesture. "Love and harmony combine and around our souls entwine, while thy branches mix with mine and our roots together join."
A lump forms in Vergil's throat at Dante's recitation of Love and Harmony Combine's first stanza, the very same that Vergil had uttered to Dante time and again before he had left him. For Dante to recite it to Vergil now, after all of the pain and heartache he has suffered because of Vergil… Vergil truly does not deserve Dante. "Dante…"
"It hurt a whole hell of a lot—it still hurts—but I-" Dante pauses and Vergil is certain that Dante is worrying his lower lip without even needing to look up at him, Dante's body giving a subtle quiver beneath Vergil's. "-I still love you so damn much. I thought that I could maybe deal with trying not to, that I could just go back to how things were before you returned, but it all hurts so much more without you, like-"
"-you can hardly think, let alone focus on anything else, and it feels like the air is slowly being stolen from your lungs. It feels like you're dying, endlessly, and it only worsens the longer you are away." Vergil knows how it feels all too well, having chosen to suffer it for himself, but he shouldn't have forced that upon Dante. "And when you are finally reunited you can breathe again—you can finally live again."
Dante goes silent for what feels like an eternity and then his arms loosen around Vergil, his hands grasping at Vergil's arms. "Vergil, look at me." Dante speaks just barely above a whisper, his claws briefly digging into Vergil's arms.
Vergil lifts his head up with a sniffle, his vision blurring temporarily as he opens his eyes to gaze upon Dante. Dante's eyes are reddened and puffy from crying, likely a perfect mirror of Vergil's own, and there are tears clinging to Dante's lashes. A worn smile flits across Dante's face, marred by two and a half decades worth of grief, and Dante reaches up to push Vergil's sleep-tousled hair back. It is unexpected and touching all the same, bringing a ghost of a smile to Vergil's lips.
"I'm sorry too," Dante starts, bringing his fingers down to graze them along Vergil's jaw. "It hurt just as much for you, if not more, and I didn't want to acknowledge that." Dante's touch lingers, the tips of his claws a feather-light pressure on Vergil's skin. "It always seemed like you were so fucking impervious, that nothing could move you, but I was wrong. You were moved by love."
It is so much more than that, Vergil's love for Dante just a mere fraction of the reason. "You, Dante. I was moved by you and always have been. You, my heart and my soul, my everything, my motivation, my reason… I am alive, here and now, because of you." Vergil can recall that he had wanted to fight Dante one last time, to defeat Dante and prove that he was superior once and for all but that was wrong. Vergil had been little more than a shell of himself—he remembers that much—a twisted and corrupted remnant. Though Mundus' control over Vergil had long since been severed there had still been some lingering effects, all of which are thankfully gone with his reformation.
"God, Verge, you're so fucking extra sometimes," Dante says with a sniffle and a few more shed tears. "And don't you dare tell me that you were dying." There's a bite to Dante's voice with those words and, just underneath it, fear.
"Then I shall not tell you." Dante gives Vergil a heatless glare along with several more tears. "I am in no danger of dying, Dante, so cease your worrying."
"I think I will be keeping an eye on you after all," Dante grumbles out.
"Is that a promise, Dante?" There is a quick blink-and-you'll-miss-it flicker of surprise in Dante's eyes at Vergil's question and then the corners of Dante's mouth twitch before a smile settles there.
"Yes, that's a promise, Vergil." Dante's touch vanishes, his hand dropping down to rest on his chest where Vergil's tears have dampened his shirt. "And you, promise me that you won't leave me again"
"I promise to never leave you again, Dante." Vergil drops his head back down onto Dante's chest, trapping Dante's hand there, and rubs his cheek against the back of Dante's hand. The temptation for Vergil to close his eyes and to bask in Dante's scent is strong but they are due to get up and-
"Boys, it's past time to wake up," Sparda calls out to them as he opens the door to the bedroom and sticks his head in. Vergil wonders about just how long their father had been outside of the door and listening in on them because Sparda spots them straight away where they're sprawled out on the floor by the foot of his bed at the far end of the room.
Though this is their parents' house and they their children Vergil finds the intrusion of what he views to be his domain a touch bothersome. More than that, a low growl of warning bubbles up in Vergil's throat and he lifts his head from Dante's chest to bare his fangs at Sparda, his tail lashing with anger.
Sparda merely chuckles, as if amused by Vergil's territorial and possessive display, then sends out a low pulse of his own energy that has Vergil flinching and stopping his growling short. "You still have quite a ways to go before that will have any sort of effect on me, Vergil." Yes, Sparda is definitely amused and quite proud. "Now get up and go take a bath, both of you. Breakfast is ready and with any luck the tailor will be here soon."
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