[ it's immediate. a stone stinking in his stomach, giddy pride replaced with guilt-ridden regret as the realization hits him like a truck, the mirror on the other side of the bathroom reflecting his half-shifted face right back at him.
oh no. oh shit.
panic overtakes him and his eyes flicker, veins spreading further as dante's breath catches in his throat. idiot, idiot, you big dumb fucking idiot. the demon sings in his veins, sings of freedom, of release, and dante swallows hard forcing it back down, forcing the changes to recede inch by painful inch until he is simply dante again. until the whites of his eyes return to normal, red is replaced by blue, veins fading and mending. his eyes snap open then, hands going to the sides of his brother's face in a vain attempt to anchor him to something real, something physical, something─ ]
Vergil.
[ his voice is hoarse but not because of the way his vocal cords changed when he shifted, thumbs brushing against vergil's cheeks. ]
Verg, look at me. [ dante begs, pleads, prays that his voice might be enough to pull his twin from whatever hellish memory his idiocy has dragged to the surface. ] Whatever you're seeing, it's not real. Come back.
[ it's then that vergil gasps, his eyes losing that far-off look, and dante exhales heavily leaning forward to press his forehead against the others. apologies sit heavy on his tongue threatening to fall back into his throat, to choke him. some part of dante wants them to, as a sort of punishment for not thinking, for falling into the trap of his own making. he doesn't say anything, in the end, simply stands there gently brushing his thumbs against his brother's cheeks as he presses their foreheads together. i'm so fucking sorry. ]
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oh no. oh shit.
panic overtakes him and his eyes flicker, veins spreading further as dante's breath catches in his throat. idiot, idiot, you big dumb fucking idiot. the demon sings in his veins, sings of freedom, of release, and dante swallows hard forcing it back down, forcing the changes to recede inch by painful inch until he is simply dante again. until the whites of his eyes return to normal, red is replaced by blue, veins fading and mending. his eyes snap open then, hands going to the sides of his brother's face in a vain attempt to anchor him to something real, something physical, something─ ]
Vergil.
[ his voice is hoarse but not because of the way his vocal cords changed when he shifted, thumbs brushing against vergil's cheeks. ]
Verg, look at me. [ dante begs, pleads, prays that his voice might be enough to pull his twin from whatever hellish memory his idiocy has dragged to the surface. ] Whatever you're seeing, it's not real. Come back.
[ it's then that vergil gasps, his eyes losing that far-off look, and dante exhales heavily leaning forward to press his forehead against the others. apologies sit heavy on his tongue threatening to fall back into his throat, to choke him. some part of dante wants them to, as a sort of punishment for not thinking, for falling into the trap of his own making. he doesn't say anything, in the end, simply stands there gently brushing his thumbs against his brother's cheeks as he presses their foreheads together. i'm so fucking sorry. ]
I've got you.