[ For a brief moment Dante feels himself tense, hears the distant roar of his demon from the depths of his soul. Snarling, demanding, unable to accept his temporary loss. He pushes it back, exhaling heavily, looking away from his brother's form. ]
That's what I get for underestimating you.
[ He doesn't like the way Vergil says that, how it makes his skin crawl hearing 'Legendary Demon Hunter'. There is vemon there, not much but a bitterness that he both expects from Vergil and exasperates Dante at the same time. Aren't they past this? Some small part of him wishes they were but knows better, they'll never be past it. It's all they know, all they had for those long years.
The way Vergil stares at the amulets, existing both as the real deal and a copy at the same time, doesn't do much to ease the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned Odin, or the deal, but he thought it'd be the wiser decision to come out with the truth rather than Vergil find it out later. There are gears turning his head, grinding, no doubt he already has plan to hunt the god down and demand to know the price Dante had to pay.
Does it really matter? Can't Vergil just accept the gesture for what it is? Maybe they really are the real thing, Odin didn't exactly make that clear to him at the time.
The other amulet comes flying back at him and Dante jumps, quick to catch it before it hits him in the face, hand hovering there for a moment before slowly lowering. Didn't expect that, not really. Thought Vergil might keep both out of spite for a while, before his found it's way into his room one night while Dante sleeps like the dead. Relief tugs at his chest, a small tug of joy he hasn't felt since the amulets fused with Force Edge. ]
That isn't funny, Vergil. Don't go making jokes like that. [ He scowls at him briefly, before his expression relaxes into more of a smile. ] Anyway, hope you like the present. Next year will be that three headed dog you've always wanted, promise.
[ In all honesty, some small part of him wishes that he could accept the gesture for what it is: a peace offering, a kindness. Vergil knows better by now, though, knows that who they are will never change.
There can be no kindnesses in the life of a Sparda, no peace. No rest. They are destined for a life of conflict and pain; he does not know what price they will pay for these later down the line, but he knows to brace himself for it. ]
I never said it was a joke.
[ Said idly; he doesn't look up to watch Dante catch the amulet, knows that if he fumbled it something would truly be wrong. Instead, he studies the amulet again, running his thumb along the grooves. Would he try raising the Temen-ni-gru again, if given the opportunity, knowing what he does now? Would Dante stop him again?
...he doesn't truly know. Probably not. Something to ponder about later. Instead, for right now, he finally looks back up, shoots Dante a dark smile. ]
Do you promise, Dante? If it is not a purebred, I'll be very disappointed.
[ It's not something he wants to entertain, but the thought sinks claws deep into him. If Vergil rose that damn tower again would Dante have to stop him? Would he have to climb it and kill him? After all they've been through the last twenty years, would he really have to go through it all again?
Dante exhales heavily, tucking his amulet into the pocket of his pants. It won't happen again, he won't let it. ]
Of course I do. [ His mouth twitches, smile shifting into something more devious. ] Think I would get you anything less than a purebred cerberus? Vergil, you wound me.
[ He jokes but he can't help but wonder if he could ask for one. ]
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That's what I get for underestimating you.
[ He doesn't like the way Vergil says that, how it makes his skin crawl hearing 'Legendary Demon Hunter'. There is vemon there, not much but a bitterness that he both expects from Vergil and exasperates Dante at the same time. Aren't they past this? Some small part of him wishes they were but knows better, they'll never be past it. It's all they know, all they had for those long years.
The way Vergil stares at the amulets, existing both as the real deal and a copy at the same time, doesn't do much to ease the tension in his shoulders. Maybe he shouldn't have mentioned Odin, or the deal, but he thought it'd be the wiser decision to come out with the truth rather than Vergil find it out later. There are gears turning his head, grinding, no doubt he already has plan to hunt the god down and demand to know the price Dante had to pay.
Does it really matter? Can't Vergil just accept the gesture for what it is? Maybe they really are the real thing, Odin didn't exactly make that clear to him at the time.
The other amulet comes flying back at him and Dante jumps, quick to catch it before it hits him in the face, hand hovering there for a moment before slowly lowering. Didn't expect that, not really. Thought Vergil might keep both out of spite for a while, before his found it's way into his room one night while Dante sleeps like the dead. Relief tugs at his chest, a small tug of joy he hasn't felt since the amulets fused with Force Edge. ]
That isn't funny, Vergil. Don't go making jokes like that. [ He scowls at him briefly, before his expression relaxes into more of a smile. ] Anyway, hope you like the present. Next year will be that three headed dog you've always wanted, promise.
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There can be no kindnesses in the life of a Sparda, no peace. No rest. They are destined for a life of conflict and pain; he does not know what price they will pay for these later down the line, but he knows to brace himself for it. ]
I never said it was a joke.
[ Said idly; he doesn't look up to watch Dante catch the amulet, knows that if he fumbled it something would truly be wrong. Instead, he studies the amulet again, running his thumb along the grooves. Would he try raising the Temen-ni-gru again, if given the opportunity, knowing what he does now? Would Dante stop him again?
...he doesn't truly know. Probably not. Something to ponder about later. Instead, for right now, he finally looks back up, shoots Dante a dark smile. ]
Do you promise, Dante? If it is not a purebred, I'll be very disappointed.
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Dante exhales heavily, tucking his amulet into the pocket of his pants. It won't happen again, he won't let it. ]
Of course I do. [ His mouth twitches, smile shifting into something more devious. ] Think I would get you anything less than a purebred cerberus? Vergil, you wound me.
[ He jokes but he can't help but wonder if he could ask for one. ]