[ maybe he should make a habit out of it, at least when there is no one around and he can let his guard down. dante wouldn't mind it, he'd welcome it even. he is the most tactile of the two, after all, when it comes to people he cares about - when it comes to vergil - desperate for whatever touch he can take, as though starved.
he can practically feel the smirk on his lips, but dante decided to let it go for once, to just enjoy the contact while he has it, as though it may slip through his fingers at any given moment. the rational part of his brain knows that won't happen, not here, but the irrational part screams louder at this moment. ]
Can I get that in writing? [ he hopes his voice is steady. ] It isn't every day you're willing to call yourself hopeless.
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he can practically feel the smirk on his lips, but dante decided to let it go for once, to just enjoy the contact while he has it, as though it may slip through his fingers at any given moment. the rational part of his brain knows that won't happen, not here, but the irrational part screams louder at this moment. ]
Can I get that in writing? [ he hopes his voice is steady. ] It isn't every day you're willing to call yourself hopeless.