to see a world in a grain of sand

[kowase]

WHO: Dante, Vergil, Nero, and any visitors to the Auguries within the month of June.
WHERE: Auguries of Innocence
WHEN: Throughout June/July
WHAT: Different logs/stuff that happens at Vergil's apartment-slash-shop
WARNINGS: General sparda family stuff, they talk about demon stuff idk. there'll be a birthday party at the end of the month too.



[ A three-story building with a shop in the bottom-most floor, a sign that is overtly fancy and gilded with silver, Auguries of Innocence. In the window, there is now a smaller, just as fancy, but red glowing sign that says Opening Soon: Devil May Cry.

The second floor a storeroom filled with crates of items unsorted and damaged alike, things Vergil has collected for numerous years and hasn't finished restoring, or is just holding while not ready to sell. The floor also has a number of crafting tools in it for restoring broken items or refurbishing damaged ones.

The third floor is a minimalistic, mostly grey and silver apartment with two bedrooms, one bathroom, a study, a kitchen, a livingroom and a dining area in it. It's covered in antiques, with some weapons hanging on the wall. The furniture looks styled more for looking at than it is for sitting on, which is annoying, at best.


For the Montshs of June/July, Vergil and Dante have forcibly kidnapped Nero to live with them while he's dealing with some rather unfortunate memory issues -- and this post will be used for any threads involving the trio + any visitors while this mess goes on. ]

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[advivo]

[ dante is all laughs and smiles when vash spins out of his arms with a flourish, but he misses his warmth immediately, wanting nothing more than to pull him back in and kiss him stupid. he almost does tugging at their interlocked hands a little. he has never been a patient kind of guy and right now the waiting feels like it is going to kill him. ]

Uh-huh, I don't think I've ever seen you eat a salad once in the time I've known you. [ unlike dante, who has had his fair share of 'salad' recently. ] I'll believe that when I see it.

[ with that he pulls vash in again until he has their foreheads pressed against each other, his voice dropping low enough not to be heard by anyone but vash. ] As long as I get a chance at desert later I'm not gonna complain about any salads.

[doubledollar]

[ look if there weren't like three, four other people within eyeshot, Vash would absolutely allow the kissing-stupid to happen. Actually, he'd probably try to challenge Dante a little with the fact that he doesn't really need to breathe all that much; and he knows that devil bitch has a damn good lung capacity, by now. ]

What! How dare you say that. I eat my leafy greens all the time! I live IN a garden! The cabbage has to go somewhere, and Brad ain't gonna eat all of it.

[ he gives Dante's fingers a tug of his own...! only to get yanked right back in, and he's doing his damndest not to turn as red as the coat he's wearing as dante mumbles at him. hoo boy. ]

You know I always have sugar on hand. [ he mutters, barely audible, his teeth clicking as he pulls them into a grin just wide enough to flash pointed eyeteeth at him. ]

[advivo]

[ if it weren't for the three, four other people within eyeshot dante would take him up on that challenge without even batting an eye. vash should know that challenging him is the easiest way to get him to do something you want him to do, it's such a shame they really aren't in a position to do that right now. ]

Sure you do, Angel. [ he's teasing, of course, that much is painfully obvious by the way his eyes shine with amusement. ] You know you've got more animals than just Brad that will eat cabbage right? That hardly proves anything.

[ he breathes in through his teeth, anticipation coiling in his gut, and he has to remind himself of where they are and who they are around. ] When things calm down what you say about letting me have a bit of that sugar? It's my birthday after all.

[doubledollar]

[ you don't offer a challenge to a devil-man without knowing, full-well, that it'll be met. he knows what he's doing, even if it's really a shame that he can't act on it with a crowd here.

Ah well. things for later. ]

Hey, come on. Don't call me 'angel' while accusing me of such heartless things! I'm an animal that'll eat cabbage--it's good once you get used to cooking it properly! [ because while he CAN cook, he definitely is Learning some things with the new vegetation on his farm...

not that he wants to think about vegetables right now. He's trying so hard to keep his hands in appropriate places.
There's a little clicking sound in the back of his throat as Dante asks an easy-enough question. Flickering too-long, golden eyelashes at the other. ]

You think I set all this up and didn't bring you something sweet other than cake?
You should know me by now, Mr. Devil Hunter.

[advivo]

But you like it when I call you, Angel. [ yeah, dante's own thoughts are as far from vegetables right now. he doesn't really want to think about the party much either, not with vash as close as he is and the promises dancing between them. keep focused, dante, keep focused ─

fuck, he's struggling.

dante hums and it almost sounds like a purr that rumbles in his chest, a hand finding rest on vash's hip as the other flickers those too-long, golden eyelashes at him. oh, this man is going to utterly destroy his willpower, he can feel it. ]

'Course I know you, Angel. [ he shifts, leaning in just enough that their noses brush against each other. ] I just like hearing you say it.

[doubledollar]

I like it when you call me a few things.

[ super dangerous territory. He's tried to escape twice and it absolutely failed--dante you're an incorrigible devil. and yet he can't even be mad about it--all grins and tittering little laughs in response.

Dante's so close he can nearly taste the light scent of whiskey on his breath, and it's got the tips of his ears turning pink. ]

You'll see when the party's over.
If you can make it that long.
You should try to make it that long, for politeness sake.

[advivo]

[ incredibly dangerous territory, because dante is 100% an incorrigible devil who doesn't understand the meaning of patience especially when such a delicious snack is waved in front of his face like this. he should be rewarded for his patience thus far, frankly.

dante groans in mild frustration, fixing vash with the best pout he can possibly manage. ]

Haven't I waited long enough? [ in dante's opinion he has, but in reality? he could definitely wait a little longer. ] You know I'm not good at waiting. Nobody is gonna miss us, they're too busy watching Gil beat everyone's ass at beer pong.

[ just tell him to be a good boy and wait a little longer, he's sure to listen. ]

[doubledollar]

[ this is absolutely the face of a man who eats his dessert first, and he recognizes that about you, Dante. He sees it because that's HIM too, and he knows exactly how this man operates because bitch--him too.

Were it not getting a bit crowded due to how many people showed up to celebrate the twins' birthday, he'd absolutely grab and drag dante into a side room, but.

He slides two fingers under the Devil's chin, tipping his head to the side so he can mutter into his ear. ]

Be good and wait a little longer, and I'll make sure it's worth your patience.

[advivo]

[ honestly, they should be applauded for the fact they haven't disappeared into a dark room and not come back. if dante had his way he would have already dragged vash into one of the side rooms, grabbing wolfwood along the way - but he can't do that, as much as he wants to.

but vash has to slide his fingers underneath his chin, tilting his head to the side just enough so that warm breath brushes against his ear. dante shivers, biting his bottom lip in a vain effort to suppress the low rumble from deep in his chest, and huffs. ]

Damn it, Angel. [ vash: 1, dante: 0. ] You're killing me.

[doubledollar]

I'm not killing you. Look how happy and hale you look.

I knew a birthday party'd do you good.
[ he's still speaking way too close to dante's ear, with his voice dropped down into a timbre that it barely ever takes. Completely dropping that bubbly, golden-retriever cadence that he usually holds for casual conversation, into something that he's only ever pulled out on dante once, maybe twice now.

His eyes flicker, pupils going wide, and then thin as he taps his thumb against dante's ear lobe; head tilting to the side, by degrees. ]

Now come on.
Before your nephew eats all the pizza without us.

[advivo]

No, I'm not. I'm dying here, Vash.

[ dante all but whines as he speaks, as though it will somehow convince vash of his current state of slow and painful death. it doesn't help that he's dropping that bubbly, golden-retriever cadence for a tone that has his blood rushing south. bastard, he thinks grinning, he has to know how easily he can wrap dante around his finger, how a few simple words in the right timbre practically sends him crazy.

his eyes flutter close and dante takes a sharp breath through his teeth as vash taps his thumb against his earlobe, trying to will his pulse back to something more stable for polite company. ]

Alright, fine. You win.

[doubledollar]

You're so dramatic.

[ Says the guy who is usually the one in dante's situation. maybe it feels a little nice to know youre making someone weak in the knees just by saying a few words, by dropping the tone of one's voice.

he's not cruel!! he absolutely does plan on making good on his promises, after all.

He raises up a hand, in the shape of a gun--making an action like he's blowing smoke off the barrel. ]

Aw, don't look so sad.
When the party's over. I'll meetcha down in your office, got it?

[ he'll say that quiet enough so that none others hear before pulling away again with a wink. ]

[advivo]

[ he isn't being dramatic, he is 100% in the process of dying right now. he is going to waste away into nothingness bit by agonizing bit and it is all going to be vash's fault!

although he supposes it is about time that he gets a taste of his own medicine, that he learns he is not at all immune to his own damn tricks. it's what makes the concept of going back to the party even worse, knowing he's going to have to do his damnedest to keep those words and that tone of voice from his head if he has any chance of surviving. another inhale, eyes snapping open to catch the end of the motion. ]

I'm holding you to it, Angel. My office after the party.

[ this time, this time, dante lets vash slip from this grasp all but resigning himself to his fate. ]