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⠀⠀⠀ᅠ ᅠᅠmy love is mine ,
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠall mine .

ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ⠀⠀ your
ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ ᅠdevil in the dark .

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it likely only multiplied tenfold at the promise of vergil being there for him to wake to. a smile pulled at his cheeks, as he let out a content sigh.

“ yeah? well.. i’ll hold you to it, then.”
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“ hey, now―there’s nothing wrong with bein’ a bit soft every now n’ again, is there? ”

as he laid his head against a pillow, his gaze remained locked on the other. as if the vulnerability behind his expression hadn’t already been enough, ...
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to have such normalcy as this had felt as though it were an impossibility. a dream that felt too far out of reach. but now, vergil was here. close, close enough for him to reach out for if he so pleased.

maybe he really was becoming sentimental. ...
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to say that vergil had been 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 would be an understatement ― too simple of a term to explain just how dante had felt in his brother’s presence. too long spent apart, battling one another; ...
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or wrap an arm around him, but ― boundaries. he couldn’t overstep.

“ must be my lucky day; i can barely remember the last time we’d do anythin’ like this. ”

he could only hope he didn’t make it obvious ― just how much he missed him. missed this.

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even as his discarded hand returned to his side. he wasn’t expecting him to actually agree, but―

dante couldn’t help the smile that pulled at his cheeks as vergil seated himself beside him, half-tempted to rest his head on his shoulder, ᛎ⭏

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the willingness to go back and forth. he could hear what he’d suspected in the other’s voice, and the last thing he wanted was to run him off with any attitude.

his eyes glimmered with hope as he looked up towards vergil, ᛎ⭏

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if he was tired, he could only imagine how vergil felt. he hadn’t seen his brother lower his guard in what felt like years. he deserved to know he had a place where he could rest too.

“ wouldn’t dream of it. ”

he dropped his usual teasing, ᛎ⭏

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when the other attempted to leave, he was quick to sit up, taking hold of his arm. firm, yet loose enough that he could easily pull away if he wanted.

“ c’mon, you’re not gonna join me? this bed’s a bit big for just me t’ be in it. ”

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it felt domestic; as though he’d been lucky enough to catch a glimpse of a life he always imagined. a life where their relationship wasn’t in such flux, where they could have moments like this. not constantly at each other’s throats. ᛎ⭏

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he lay limp in vergil’s arms until he was tossed into a bed, hitting the bedding with an ‘oof’. he made himself comfortable, the side of his face resting against a pillow.

he looked upwards, peering at his brother through unkempt gray bangs. ᛎ⭏

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“ whuh―? the hell―? ”

he roused slightly as he was suddenly hoisted onto vergil’s shoulder, though not making any effort to escape nor convince him to let go. being carried off to bed wasn’t so bad.

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he’d made a habit of it, falling asleep at his desk after hours of either tireless work and hunting or just sitting at his desk. either way, his days would typically reach the same end, with him passing out wherever he was most comfortable. ᛎ⭏

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( huff .. )

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yeah, i 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 blame you, actually. lookin’ for shelter n’ then complaining about it.

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