[At the storefront will be a package with Vergil's name on it, though there's no return name as to who it's from. Opening it will reveal a few books- one on the history of Yggdrasil, another on the gods of Asgard, and a book of poems from the district of Njord. There's a few pages left blank in case Vergil wishes to make notes of previous poetry he enjoys, or even observe and write. It's his choice, after all.
Beneath that Vergil will find a smaller package, wrapped in brown paper and unlabeled, a piece of tawny rope wrapped around it being the only thing as a decoration. This one feels heavier, at least in the sense of having more bulk, but it's still fairly light. It's the more important part of the gift anyway, and it shows. Whenever Vergil decides to undo the wrapping, he'll find a small, leather-bound book in his hands, full of papers that seem to be handmade (though not by the sender, he's not that talented). But it's what's inside that matters. Opening the book may surprise him, however, as there's no writing there, but drawings. And it's not just any drawings- it's locations, places that may be familiar to Vergil. Fortuna's docks. The middle of the city. Inside the chapel. One of the statues of Sparda as a feudal lord. Architecture around the streets of Fortuna. The barracks and armory within the Order of the Sword. The library. All of these are drawings of home, with decent detail and an obvious care to them.
Nero is no great artist; his specialty as far as art is concerned is in designs and schematics for engineering. But this, he figures, is something that doesn't fall too far from his ability to try, and he's been practicing enough to at least do this for his father. Vergil will find that there's dozens upon dozens of pages, each filled with a place that his son can recall and try to share more of his life, his past, with him.
Then, towards the back, Vergil will come upon a page that seems blank- save for one sentence, handwritten.
So you can have a face to a name whenever I talk about home.
- Nero
Flipping the page over will reveal more drawings, but these aren't of places. They're people. A few are the kids in the orphanage, including Julio, all bright and smiling, as Nero remembers them. Each has a name beneath them. Beyond that, it's a page or two dedicated to two specific people. The first one, a man, eyes serious and face stern, but with a demeanor that's friendly, trusting, trustworthy. Credo is written at the bottom, showing the man in a myriad of expressions and recalling what he can of a brother who is now long gone. Someone Nero misses each and every day, unable to forgive himself for watching him die. The second one should at least sound familiar- a woman with bright eyes and an even brighter smile, someone who is patient and holds so much kindness underneath a strong and gentle exterior. Kyrie. There's absolutely no doubt that Nero loves her, it shows even in the way he portrays her, how the page is full of her just as it was for Credo, but there's something more with her, even if it isn't really visible.
Fortuna doesn't exactly celebrate this holiday, but he's done something similar for years now, ever since the death of Kyrie's and Credo's parents. It isn't a blade or anything intricate, but he thinks, in this case, it'll be more than enough for a man he has nothing but respect for.]
holiday delivery > december 25th
Beneath that Vergil will find a smaller package, wrapped in brown paper and unlabeled, a piece of tawny rope wrapped around it being the only thing as a decoration. This one feels heavier, at least in the sense of having more bulk, but it's still fairly light. It's the more important part of the gift anyway, and it shows. Whenever Vergil decides to undo the wrapping, he'll find a small, leather-bound book in his hands, full of papers that seem to be handmade (though not by the sender, he's not that talented). But it's what's inside that matters. Opening the book may surprise him, however, as there's no writing there, but drawings. And it's not just any drawings- it's locations, places that may be familiar to Vergil. Fortuna's docks. The middle of the city. Inside the chapel. One of the statues of Sparda as a feudal lord. Architecture around the streets of Fortuna. The barracks and armory within the Order of the Sword. The library. All of these are drawings of home, with decent detail and an obvious care to them.
Nero is no great artist; his specialty as far as art is concerned is in designs and schematics for engineering. But this, he figures, is something that doesn't fall too far from his ability to try, and he's been practicing enough to at least do this for his father. Vergil will find that there's dozens upon dozens of pages, each filled with a place that his son can recall and try to share more of his life, his past, with him.
Then, towards the back, Vergil will come upon a page that seems blank- save for one sentence, handwritten.
So you can have a face to a name whenever I talk about home.
- Nero
Flipping the page over will reveal more drawings, but these aren't of places. They're people. A few are the kids in the orphanage, including Julio, all bright and smiling, as Nero remembers them. Each has a name beneath them. Beyond that, it's a page or two dedicated to two specific people. The first one, a man, eyes serious and face stern, but with a demeanor that's friendly, trusting, trustworthy. Credo is written at the bottom, showing the man in a myriad of expressions and recalling what he can of a brother who is now long gone. Someone Nero misses each and every day, unable to forgive himself for watching him die. The second one should at least sound familiar- a woman with bright eyes and an even brighter smile, someone who is patient and holds so much kindness underneath a strong and gentle exterior. Kyrie. There's absolutely no doubt that Nero loves her, it shows even in the way he portrays her, how the page is full of her just as it was for Credo, but there's something more with her, even if it isn't really visible.
Fortuna doesn't exactly celebrate this holiday, but he's done something similar for years now, ever since the death of Kyrie's and Credo's parents. It isn't a blade or anything intricate, but he thinks, in this case, it'll be more than enough for a man he has nothing but respect for.]