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That tone, that soft, gentle tone that once upon a time would have made him scale the walls of Carthage themselves or perhaps launch a thousand ships in his name, but now did nothing more than lace his mind and soul with a layer of guilt. Oh, he could imagine the thoughts running through his little brother’s mind, cogs in a heavily rusted machine.

Still, it wouldn’t be completely out of his ability to reason, and perhaps the man Dante had become was owed more than a few words and a small handful of tuppence. The storm-weathered man he had become had surpassed anything he had ever imagined, could even have imagined.

Vergil was proud to see it, even if at the exact same time, his blood called for him to tear out Dante’s throat and abandon his body at the steps of Enoch, if such a thing would have been possible, but no doubt Dante’s healing was as good as his, better even, as Dante at least, had not been corrupted to the degree he had been.

Did Dante doubt his motives, words or the meaning behind them, perhaps even all three at the same time? Not that Vergil could blame him, any less than he could blame the sun for shining or a human from bleeding, and even if he could without reason find a way to blame Dante, would he? There really would be no point, Vergil was the one who’s body and aoul had been broken.

Though he reasoned, staring at the grey of his twin’s eyes, trying to gauge the emotion there and failing, Dante had most likely been broken for some time too, for at least 20 years or so, perhaps even longer still. Could Dante still recall the smell of the flames, burning like they were attempting to challenge the heavens themselves? Did Dante recall the stench of decay in the air and blood flooding the ground, mixing with mood and forming a quagmire?

No. The better question would be, did Dante even care? Never once had Dante acted like he remembered anything of their childhood before, “I don’t have a father,” he had said all that time ago, denying even the very blood that prevented them from joining the same torpor of death that their mother - and no doubt Father - now rested in.

“Dante…” Vergil’s voice turned quiet, losing the sting, the bite that had been but a passing scathe at his anger, now but a smoldering ruins somewhere deep inside him, ironic really. He wanted to go to him, he wanted to actually touch his twin, for the first time in - just how long had it been now - forever perhaps.

He doubted Dante would let him of course, gentle and careful was hardly their way, and even if they could, it was still a foreign language, one that he highly doubted either of them had learned, even though Dante had claimed that boy as Vergil’s own son.

“I..” He glanced away again, his brow furrowing as he thought about just what he wanted to say to Dante -I love you, I never meant to hurt you, make me whole -, and yet not finding the air in his lungs to even begin to form them. It was almost as if his tongue had turned to sand by some divine, age-old curse and he had yet to fine the one to break it, and yet there way no curse, just his own inability to be honest with even the literal other half of his own soul.

Had he meant to harm Dante? Yes. It was an easy question to answer, and he would have done so again if it meant keeping Dante alive. Awakening Dante’s sleeping demon had made his little brother strong, both in hellfire and in spirit. It suited him well, just as his crimson coat did.

Perhaps Vergil really was a coward. All of the words on his tongue, and an infinite number of ways to say them and yet unable to even begin forming a syllable to show Dante just what he meant to him. His hand gripping Yamato shook some more, his anger long since dried up, just like the river that had once fed the Gardens of Babylon, and just like them, he had wilted and faded in the strength of Dante’s passion.

How he wished he could make those passions turn into something else. A future that was perhaps locked to them, even if Vergil did try to tell him. Dante was too human, too much their mother’s child, had been raised with the human laws of sense, morality and taboo. That they were not fully human would make no difference, Dante would no doubt tell him to leave forever once more, and Vergil wished to avoid that possibility at all costs.

No, better he keep his own wishes and wants quiet and secret, buried deep inside himself -six foot deep, covered in clay - so that his little brother would never find out.

He grit his teeth, a crunching his eyes closed as his throat began to lose a growl, not directed at Dante but something internally, as he waged a war Dante wasn’t even aware of between the side that wanted Dante all to himself and the side that told him Dante would have already found someone to spend his life with.

Somehow, with a monumental force of will, Vergil opened his eyes again, and with a quick swipe of his tongue to wet his sandpaper lips, “I’m sorry.” He didn’t say what for, but Dante would understand anyway. He was always smarter than Vergil gave him credit for.

.. Dante could have fallen over. Cornflower blue eyes blinked at their mirrors. His mouth fell open, ever so slightly, lips parted in sheer disbelief. All tension left his square shoulders, and his hands, once clenched, loosened, and hung at his sides, open palmed.

He had said it.

Vergil had actually, truly said it.

“ .. I forgive you,” he whispered back. He shook his head, as if to clear it. “You mean it? If you really do, I forgive you. Verg .. “ Softer now. “Twin .. Bud, I .. “

.. Dante pulled in a deep breath.

“Come on,” he said, softly. He reached out to him, put a hand on his arm. “Let’s .. let’s get you inside? It’s cold out here, and you need a bath and something hot in ya .. “

"Of course you would be the one to find me, Dante." A sigh.

Resignation or or regret, already anticipating a reaction that had not came. His hand gripped Yamato's sheath, ever ready.

"And" a pause while he exaimed Dante, "Just what do you intend to do?"

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

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REBLOG THIS IF IT IS OKAY FOR PEOPLE TO SEND YOU MEMES AT ANY POINT, EVEN HOURS / DAYS AFTER IT WAS ORIGINALLY REBLOGGED SINCE WE ARE ALL NOT ONLINE AT THE SAME TIME

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redrew an old piece for いい兄さんの日!! remember to hug your bros today ❤️❤️❤️

bonus:

who knows, maybe a hug is all you need to clear up some misunderstandings you’ve had of each other for your entire lives :)

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finally got a new laptop today!!! here’s the first proper drawing i did with it

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kinda felt like drawing 5dante but closer to how i really want to draw him and not how he looks in canon. so Behold, A Tiny Taste Of My Insane Thoughts About Dante

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A fool, preaching to the converted, not yet knowing that the penance he taught and preached would lead to naught but an empty home, a cold heath and a jump into a frozen ocean. Every word Dante used was laced with daggers all aimed and guided into Vergil’s body and Vergil had no one to blame for it but himself.

Once again, Vergil was struck by just how typical it was of Dante, to never look at the greater picture. He always seemed to have the edge of the puzzle but not the knowledge to put the rest of the broken image into a whole. Always grasping at straws and never quite finding the shortest one of the bunch.

“I gave you new purpose, little brother,” Vergil sneered in return, his thumb slowly sliding under Yamato’s tsuba, ready to draw her. “You wanted a party and I gave you one, Dante.” The amulet was a moot point, already fused and stolen from him by the very creature spitting venom at him now. “It was necessary, brother. It made you stronger, made you able to survive. Awoke your demon.” So you didn’t need to fight, so I could keep you safe.

Not that he voiced that final part.

“You needed motivation, little brother,” Vergil cocked an eyebrow at Dante, guarded, as Dante drew closer to him. “Your attention belongs on -” He cut himself off with a snarl, the thought haunting his neural pathways like it had so many times before.  On me, Dante. Those humans you so cherish don’t deserve you.

Dante, his beloved idiot twin. Of course Vergil was a fool. Dante was too human to accept anything in that sense, it would never happen.

Add that on top of the fact that Dante hadn’t yet figured out how to add two plus two and learn that most of his actions on the Temen-Ni-Gru and been a part of the ritual to open the portal he needed. Or perhaps Dante was willfully ignorant.  The demons though were to insure Dante couldn’t say no to the RVIP invite.

“You gained more power, did you not, Dante, from the Qlitoph?” He drawled, making a show of looking his twin up and down. “Your new form suits, little brother.” He was proud, in a way, to have been the domino that has spilled the rest of the chain and sent everything scurrying from the path.

Dante should be thanking him.

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The look that Dante gave Vergil was one of sheer disbelief and abject pity.

His brother, bless him, really thought he did him a favor. The pain from that day, that one long tight, from the demons that destroyed the only home he had since their mother’s house burned down, to being impaled, to the final fight with Arkham? That was supposed to be for Dante’s benefit?

What about jumping from the cliff, Dante wanted to ask.

What about making Dante think he’d sooner commit suicide than come back with him?

“ .. Vergil,” he said, softly. “Do you really think that?”

"Of course you would be the one to find me, Dante." A sigh.

Resignation or or regret, already anticipating a reaction that had not came. His hand gripped Yamato's sheath, ever ready.

"And" a pause while he exaimed Dante, "Just what do you intend to do?"

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nomoreabrokenangel

Of course the tri-cursed moron would focus on everything except what he wasn’t saying, not even using an iota of that famous brain, or perhaps it was infamous. Once a fool, always the fallen king, looking for new clothes to wear, not once thinking to ask.

Oh, he knew full well just what humility meant now, having been stripped of it all and so much more, until he couldn’t remember even his own name, until there had been but one single constant in his mind, a face from a lifetime ago, and a name from a person he almost remembered. A gilded chain around his neck, driving him onwards, not yet knowing it was to be his doom.

And once the mist had cleared, it was already too late. Hindsight was a curse.

“Our mother?” His voice dropped, almost nasally, not quite a snarl. A woman, yes, but an angel? Certainly, if only metaphotically, complete with halo of gold hair and a voice to match, only to become an illusion all too quickly shattered by the fire. Human. Weak. Fragile. Abandoned. “Of course you’d weaponise her, Dante. You were always her favourite, or mayhap you’ve forgotten that too?” He spat the words, eyes slowly shifting to the cruel blue of his power.

“I found her, you know.” His voice shifted in tone, becoming softer.  “Broken. I tried to -” He gulped, glancing away, a soft frown shifting onto his face where the glare had been. He remembered the smell, the sight. It had haunted him, and unlike Dante, he had never forgotten, or tried to turn his back on the events.

His hand shook as he swallowed once more, forcing the haze of calm back into his mind, only to hiss, as Dante dared to even think it was fear that had motivated him.

“Fear, little brother?” He answered, even though it wasn't a question, and they both knew it. “It was never fear that drove me. I wanted nothing less than to protect you so we would never have to watch our loved ones perish.” His thumb rubbed against Yamato's tsuba, the texture grounding him. “It was about you, Dante.” It always had been.

Dante’s eyes narrowed, his entire being oozing suspicion.

“ .. Vergil,” he said, after a pause. He’d circle back to how his twin “found” their mother. That wasn’t at issue here, and Vergil’s jab about “weaponising” her made Dante’s stomach sick. “Protect me? Vergil, you hurt me.”

He shook his head, approaching Vergil with more purpose.

“You had demons attack me in my home, again, all for a necklace you had no claim over,” he challenged. “You wanted to protect me, but that tower tore apart my city. I climbed through that damn thing, countless enemies, countless fights, just to get to the top, and face you.”

He pointed at him, accusing.

“You put my own sword through my chest, Vergil,” he accused. “You left me to die on that tower top, with my necklace stolen, and then you went down to the chamber and threw a tantrum when the spell didn’t break. What about the fuckin tree?! How did that protect me?! How did that help? Urizen put me in a coma for a month. Vergil, where is your head at? You think any of that helped me?”

"Of course you would be the one to find me, Dante." A sigh.

Resignation or or regret, already anticipating a reaction that had not came. His hand gripped Yamato's sheath, ever ready.

"And" a pause while he exaimed Dante, "Just what do you intend to do?"

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Typical Dante, always thinking several years behind, never quite on the same page, never on the same chapter. Perhaps it was all his little brother was destined to be, a far-flung memory of a boy he had lost, - never quite found - in the fire, and even then, the very essence of unaccountability, never taking the blame, always willing to force it all back onto Vergil.

“I don’t recall hiring you as my personal maid, Dante.” He snapped back, his eyes twisting, no longer shooting daggers but full-out swords now - “You never once cared enough to ask about my motives, only caring about the end result of the human scum who dared to take you from me.” He scoffed, shifting slightly, moving to adjust his own body, readying for defence.

“You should have stayed human, little brother, where you belong.” Crawling in the filth of their kind. They were something more, and this simpleton, this man that dared to claim to be his Dante, claimed to be his twin had still never quite managed to find the morsel of meat dangling above him like a guillotine.

He should have stayed away from Vergil. Perhaps then -

No. It was too late to look back. What had happened couldn’t be undone.

“Dante -”  

“Careful, with that ‘should have,’ shit, Verg,” Dante cautioned. He still smirked, sure, showing off his teeth like a wolf. But there was a harsh, glass-like edge to his blue eyes. “You should have stayed with our human mother, that day. You remember her? Our very human mother. Who you now look at like scum on your boots, I see.” He approached, shoulders square and back straight. His thumbs were hooked in his belt loops. Dante was not afraid of Vergil. He was not afraid of his bluster, or his snarling, venom tongue.

“But I guess, since you brought it up,” he sighed, with a shrug. “I don’t need to know your motives, Verg. Or, rather, I don’t need you to tell me them. I already gathered. The Temen-ni-Gru, the Tree .. “ He smirked. “You were scared.”

"Of course you would be the one to find me, Dante." A sigh.

Resignation or or regret, already anticipating a reaction that had not came. His hand gripped Yamato's sheath, ever ready.

"And" a pause while he exaimed Dante, "Just what do you intend to do?"

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CALLOUT POST

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Vergil cries every time “Like a Prayer” by Madonna comes over the radio.

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How are you doing and can we Rp

(( I'm doing well, thank you. And I'd love to, but you sent this on anon, you silly goose <3 ))

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“It’s Friday, kiddles and bits, and you know that that means .. “

Time to ruin Vergil’s fuckin day

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Remember when little Nero said 'fuck a duck'?? We now know where he gets it from.

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"You were doing so fine by yourself, I'm sure," Vergil shot in return. How little Dante knew. "Snuffling around in your office like a pig overfed on pizza and mould." Vergil continued, glaring daggers with each word.

"You should be thankful, Dante, without my actions you would have died from alcohol poisoning long ago."

How dare Dante act like he knew just what Vergil's plans had been. Such arrogance. He chose to ignore the comment about Urizen, if only because on principle, on that one topic alone, Dante was right.

"And just how have you been coping since my murder?" He asked, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he spoke, "You celebrated hard after that. Finding humans and demons alike to copulate and sleep with."

“Murder?” Dante repeated, giving Vergil a very incredulous look. He waved him off again, as though he were a pesky creature. “You weren’t a tiddy, Verg. No one cared that you were about to bounce. You jumped. No one made you. That was another shitty choice you made. One long, sad chain of bad choices, and me cleaning up your messes behind you.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, and it was so great for me to have to fix your mistakes. I looked forward to it,” he said, sarcastic. “My favorite thing, just like when we were kids, changing your diapers..”

"Of course you would be the one to find me, Dante." A sigh.

Resignation or or regret, already anticipating a reaction that had not came. His hand gripped Yamato's sheath, ever ready.

"And" a pause while he exaimed Dante, "Just what do you intend to do?"

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Oh, so now Dante was going to lecture him, as though Vergil was so unaware of the consequences of his own actions?

"No one asked you to wipe my ass, little brother," Vergil spat back, venom and a cold anger settling low in his stomach. How droll this entire pompous holier than thou attitude felt.

"Never once did I ask you to help me, you chose to step in," Vergil snarled, hand shaking in an effort to not unseath Yamato from her bed and drive it home into the fool's lower stomach.

"You chose to step in, typically, I might add, and mess the whole affair up."

Dante snorted, his hands coming to his belly. He laughed at Vergil, miming wiping tears from his eyes.

“Oh, yeah, bruh, your harebrained evil plans were goin great,” Dante said, before sighing. “You were in over your head as Gilver. Badly. Had I not gotten involved, Arkham would have made you his bottom bitch, and that’s me being charitable. Or do you forget how you were a hair’s breath from throwin a tantrum the entire time? And the tree? The giant tree, that would have left you half a man, and some giant, Lovecraftian monster? Who, by the way, stank like hot garbage?”

He waved a hand at Vergil, dismissive.

“You’re a wonder in your own mind, bud.. Tell ya what, next time you get in over your head, I’ll just let you face the consequences of your own actions, instead of bailin your butt out.”

"Of course you would be the one to find me, Dante." A sigh.

Resignation or or regret, already anticipating a reaction that had not came. His hand gripped Yamato's sheath, ever ready.

"And" a pause while he exaimed Dante, "Just what do you intend to do?"

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