Devil May Cry (Dante/Vergil)
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kinkfestTitle: That's Great
Author/Artist: Laryna6
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest.
Word count: 332
Prompt: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: Trust and Vows - Until the end (of all things)
Dante couldn’t help it, he started humming under his breath. “Hmm hm hm hm hm hmm hm hm hm hm, hm…”
Vergil just gave him a disgusted glare. It had been ages since he’d seen a movie, and he didn’t understand Dante’s desire to live his life with his own personal soundtrack. Though if Vergil had ever heard the song, and was the sort of person to think things like that under circumstances like these, he would have thought it was appropriate and tasteless.
Rather like Dante.
“Sorry, Vergil.” Though from his flippant tone, Dante was anything but sorry.
They stood together at the top of the mountain beyond the portal, watching the army filling the valley like a wave.
They would take dozens, maybe hundreds with them. But, eventually, they would fall.
Just like their father and mother before them.
Vergil’s expression was a thoughtful scowl, looking for a way to victory even now. Dante’s expression was a smile as he reached out to tap Vergil on the shoulder.
“What now, Dante?”
“It’s good to have you back.”
Vergil’s immediate reaction was disgust. Dante was trying to have a heartwarming family reunion under these circumstances? Still, “I knew you would come for me.”
Dante burst out laughing. Vergil didn’t get the joke. But then, he rarely did. Dante was the one with the low sense of humor. “When this is over, we’ll see, okay?”
Dismissing the seeming non sequiter as typical Dante, Vergil returned to his statue-like perusal of the gathering forces of darkness.
Finally, the charge began and they ran to meet it. No signal was exchanged, they knew when the other would move, and they knew the other would guard their back despite all the grievances between them.
In the end, nothing mattered but the promises exchanged as children just beginning to grasp their singular nature and destiny. Nothing mattered but that they were brothers, and neither would let the other die or live alone. Not again.
Never again.
Author/Artist: Laryna6
Rating: PG
Warnings: Incest.
Word count: 332
Prompt: Devil May Cry, Dante/Vergil: Trust and Vows - Until the end (of all things)
Dante couldn’t help it, he started humming under his breath. “Hmm hm hm hm hm hmm hm hm hm hm, hm…”
Vergil just gave him a disgusted glare. It had been ages since he’d seen a movie, and he didn’t understand Dante’s desire to live his life with his own personal soundtrack. Though if Vergil had ever heard the song, and was the sort of person to think things like that under circumstances like these, he would have thought it was appropriate and tasteless.
Rather like Dante.
“Sorry, Vergil.” Though from his flippant tone, Dante was anything but sorry.
They stood together at the top of the mountain beyond the portal, watching the army filling the valley like a wave.
They would take dozens, maybe hundreds with them. But, eventually, they would fall.
Just like their father and mother before them.
Vergil’s expression was a thoughtful scowl, looking for a way to victory even now. Dante’s expression was a smile as he reached out to tap Vergil on the shoulder.
“What now, Dante?”
“It’s good to have you back.”
Vergil’s immediate reaction was disgust. Dante was trying to have a heartwarming family reunion under these circumstances? Still, “I knew you would come for me.”
Dante burst out laughing. Vergil didn’t get the joke. But then, he rarely did. Dante was the one with the low sense of humor. “When this is over, we’ll see, okay?”
Dismissing the seeming non sequiter as typical Dante, Vergil returned to his statue-like perusal of the gathering forces of darkness.
Finally, the charge began and they ran to meet it. No signal was exchanged, they knew when the other would move, and they knew the other would guard their back despite all the grievances between them.
In the end, nothing mattered but the promises exchanged as children just beginning to grasp their singular nature and destiny. Nothing mattered but that they were brothers, and neither would let the other die or live alone. Not again.
Never again.
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