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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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[ 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. ]