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to see a world in a grain of sand
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. ]
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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that doesn't mean he wouldn't look good in a collar though. ]
Good thing, 'cause it's what you're getting. [ he could argue until he's blue in the face, but Wolfwood is nothing if not stubborn; you don't stay alive on sand hell planet without being able to grind down and hold on when it matters most.
maybe he wants to hold onto Dante at least a little bit. he brings his knees in tighter and loops his arm around Dante's neck, pulling him in so that Wolfwood can rest his forehead on the other man's temple, kiss ghost over the jut of his cheekbone. ] Yeah, yeah. You can strive to do your best if you want. Appreciate it.
[ and maybe he'll take a long drag off his cigarette and then turn Dante's head towards him, leaning in close to push their lips together and breathe out into him--
hey, it worked for Vash, didn't it? ]
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dante seems to relax a little more now that they've come to some sort of agreement, now that wolfwood's knees squeeze his sides and his arms pull dante in to smother what little space there is left. for now, at least, the other man isn't going anywhere, and not just because dante's determined to hold him tightly. ]
Always will.
[ he goes easily, blue eyes darkening just a touch as wolfwood turns his head, lips already parted slightly. unlike vash, dante doesn't become like a deer in headlights, breathing in the smoke and holding it in his lungs and hums lowly. he takes a minute to simply enjoy the way his lungs slowly start to burn before releasing it slowly, silvery-white wisps curling up from the corners of his upturned lips. ]
That couch is big enough for two, you know.
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he doesn't back down on anything he's said, keeping his worst ending portents at hand and writing up his escape plans, over and over to exhausting detail in the back of his mind, but... for now. he'll let Dante hold him, keep him close; holding and held, letting his warmth mingle with the devil hunter's.
maybe he'll admit it to himself just how nice it can be to be a little warm. just to himself, though. ]
You an' Spikey an' always. You love the idea of forever, huh? [ must be nice to be functionally immortal, like weird lobster people who'll only die when they can no longer molt out of their proverbial shells.
Dante might not fall to pieces with a little kiss and a little smoke, but it gives Wolfwood what he wants all the same--a little positive attention, a little thrum of pleasure from the man in front of him. he meets the smile with a little quirk of his own lips, fingers running through Dante's hair and giving him a little scritch on the scalp. ]
Dunno how much fun I've got it in me to be, but... if you wanna hold me a while and see what happens, I can do that, I think.
[ intimacy doled out piece by piece, inch by inch, Wolfwood reaching out to the hand reaching down to him. ]
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[ in this position it isn't hard for dante to simply lift wolfwood from the windowsill, hands hooked underneath the other man's ass to keep him upright as he moves them both to the couch - the room isn't big enough to make the trip long, nor laid out in a way that a blind drunk dante will knock into every sharp corner of his way to the couch itself. ]
I'll be fine as long as you don't go anywhere, Nick. [ upon reaching said couch dante allows himself, and wolfwood by extension, to all but flop down onto it snaking an arm around his waist. dante grins toothily, a puff of laughter dancing across his lips, shifting a little until he finds a spot he can comfortably sit in for the next few hours; wolfwood in his lap, legs spread, one hand resting against the small of wolfwood's back while the other slides down his thigh. ]
You can give me a few more of those kisses if you'd like, I'm really enjoying the taste.
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and then he lets it go because look at Dante's little face. he stubs his cigarette on the windowsill, leaving it bent like a dog's leg as he tucks it back into his pack as Dante hefts him up, arm tightening around his neck to make it easy to move him. he goes without any fight, stretching out on top of Dante like he goes there, resting his cheek on the other man's chest and listening for the thrum of his heartbeat. ]
Fine, fine. I can do that for now. [ he can't promise forever; he's been burned by too many promises, too many impossible standards, but he can do for now. he can sprawl on Dante with the man's hands on his back, his legs, looking up at him lazily as the white-haired man draws him up and tries to jostle him to come a little closer, giving him a flat, bemused look. ]
You really think you're cute, huh. [ he deadpans, as if he's not digging his elbows into the couch on either side of the barrel Dante calls a chest to drag himself up so they're face to face. ]
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[ overjoyed to hear it, more like, it's practically written all over his face from the dumb grin to the shine in his eyes. it's a victory that dante can't help to revel in, if only for the moment, pushing aside the storm clouds gathering overhead for the moment at least. they can have moments like this, these stolen in-between moments where the threat of what ifs and seemingly inevitable worst possible outcomes do not exist.
his grin grows wider, the hand on wolfwood's thigh moving up to gently cup the side of the other's face, guiding him in further. ]
I know I am.
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[ he can be a little mean as a treat, turning Dante's relief and pleasure at having talked Wolfwood off the proverbial ledge into some sort of grandiose showboating extravaganza as Dante breathes and enjoys his victory. somebody's gotta keep the older man on his toes, and Wolfwood has nothing to his name but a large automatic gun and a weird, moist dog in absentia.
oh, and a rat. he misses Rat-ions, oddly enough. he scoots up obediently, nose to Dante's and eyes lidded and feigning unimpressed as Dante continues to peacock. ]
It makes me want to be ornery and not give you anymore of them lil' bitches, as Vash would call them. [ and he can sketch a little smile on his lips, letting go of the ice in his belly to turn towards warmer, kinder memories... before the spiders got involved, anyway. ]
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[ the laugh comes easily now that he isn't twisted up in knots, amusement shining in his eyes as he shakes his head, nose brushing against wolfwood's with each pass. that would be something vash would say, wholeheartedly, with his whole goddamn chest. it kinda makes dante a little disappointed he wasn't present to somehow bear witness to the first moment the words left the blonde's mouth. ]
Now, now, can't have you going all ornery on me now. [ he makes an attempt not to seem so smug, though it isn't exactly effective. ] I really would like some more of those lil' bitches after all.
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[ and maybe Dante's reward for weathering this storm can be vulnerability, levity and just a little softness as Wolfwood allows the other man to insert himself into his space, his experience, nuzzling at Wolfwood as the black-haired man just grins a little and loosely frames Dante's head in his arms, sighing and settling in on him. ]
I'm always ornery. That's the secret. [ it doesn't work even slightly, you smug bitch ] I dunno. Apparently they're good little bitches. I should probably charge for them or somethin'.
[ and then he kisses Dante anyway, eyes closing slow as he relaxes into it. ]
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[ he makes a note to tease vash about it whenever he sees him next, filing it away in the back of his mind. it'll be a good distraction from everything. hopefully, one that can bring a proper smile to the guy's face. he can't imagine vash has properly smiled since the kid's appearance on the network. ]
Dunno about that, been plenty of times when you haven't been ornery around me. [ a fact that dante is incredibly smug about, even now. ] They are, you've got yourself a veritable gold mine. It'll all depend on how exactly you charge -
[ he loses the rest of his sentence in the press of woflwood's lips to his own, words melting into a low noise as dante leans up into the kiss, the hand on his cheek moving to rest on his nape. ]
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[ nobody mention how Wolfwood wears shoes with no grip and no socks and how Vash sent him ass over end with a good elbow to the gut. if the cat ears had deigned to make an appearance, they would've swiveled down at Dante's totally-not-smug comment, tugging the man's hair lightly before he decides to shut him up the old fashioned way. ]
You keep it up and I'm vaultin' the window, Uncle Scruffy. [ but the tone is teasing, and he kisses Dante again after he says it, tangling his legs up with Dante's as he really makes himself comfortable. ]
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[ maybe one day he'll learn all about wolfwood choosing to wear shoes with no grip and how easily one can send the man ass over with a good elbow to the gut, but wolfwood is safe from such revelations gracing the devil hunter's mind for now. he's far too engaged by the warm body seated in his lap, the lips on his own, and a hand in his hair that curls around strands of silver-white hair and tugs.
dante shudders, laughter lost between their lips, and slides the hand at the small of wolfwood's back underneath his shirt. ]
You won't.
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[ he then proceeds to shift to sit up, as if he's gonna make good on his promise and take off for hell, high water, or whatever's coming next, fingers tracing Dante's face as he rises, tension in his thighs as if he's about to bolt... only to settle back, wiggling a little as his hands come to rest on Dante's belly. ]
Unless you got a better proposition to make.
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[ he begins to shift and the hand resting on wolfwood's nape is immediately upon his hip with inhuman speed, fingers digging into skin just on this side of painful, only for that very same hand to quickly relax. dante is going to kill him for this, for making the panic curl so tightly around his throat he almost choked, he's gonna - he can't keep the irritation long with the way wolfwood wiggles as he settles back in the devil hunter's lap, a muffled groan threatening to push past his teeth. goddamn him. ]
I do, [ he leans up, lightly dragging his teeth along the curve of wolfwood's jaw. ] Might just involve taking me for a ride.
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[ he says, as if he doesn't quite grok what made Dante dig in and clamp down--and he kind of doesn't, since if he wanted to run, he would've jumped loose by now and taken off without outlining the possibility that he could do so because Wolfwood, while stupid, isn't an idiot. he grins at the pretty noises coming from Dante, tipping his head back as the devil hunter comes up to meet him. ]
You've been nice enough. I suppose I can show you how good I am at ridin'. [ and maybe he'll drag Dante's shirt up and over his head as the music upstairs gets louder, loud enough to be heard through the entirety of the Auguries and probably outside for any passersby.
hope you like Bach. ]