[ When it came to winning arguments or offering fair, emotionally intelligent responses to a situation, Vergil Vittore always came in dead to last. He wasn't made for this sort of thing, he wasn't a man who was good at understanding others or being selfless.
Until nearly a year ago, he wasn't even partially selfless. All of his thoughts and idealizations were selfish, at best, wanting only to expand his hoard, his fortune, and enjoy his time alone in his little box where noone could bother him.
Gil had been one of the few to get into his bubble--and even then he'd held him at arm's length, like an associate, someone who you contacted on business affairs and that only. It'd become an easy enough partnership but there was always a wall between them.
A wall that, with his own words, Vergil had decided it was overtime to kick down.
He'd come to realise he needed people in his life. There was no denying that life had gotten better since he'd started letting others into it. The walls of his home no longer quiet and tired. His phone died a lot quicker these days, as he turned it off for less and less, and actually checked texts within the same hour he recieved them. ]
I do not need you at my whim.
I merely need you to continue living. If I truly need to use the command seal to compel you to live, then I will.
[ he's serious as the grave, as well.
Moving a hand up from where it was settled on the hilt of his ever-present sword.
He reaches a hand out--up to that pile of magic that is vaguely the shape of his friend. ]
Teach me the words, then.
[ gil is not a god, he is not a king he's a man who's been burdened with the weight of power from a life he'd moved on from. It wasn't fair to put such expectations on himself--just as it wasn't fair to see him put himself up on a dias, lonely and distant when there were people willing to stand at his side.
Kings don't have friends, but this world has no need for kings. ]
Teach me what this incantation is, so I can keep you here in this world, you golden fool.
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Until nearly a year ago, he wasn't even partially selfless. All of his thoughts and idealizations were selfish, at best, wanting only to expand his hoard, his fortune, and enjoy his time alone in his little box where noone could bother him.
Gil had been one of the few to get into his bubble--and even then he'd held him at arm's length, like an associate, someone who you contacted on business affairs and that only. It'd become an easy enough partnership but there was always a wall between them.
A wall that, with his own words, Vergil had decided it was overtime to kick down.
He'd come to realise he needed people in his life. There was no denying that life had gotten better since he'd started letting others into it. The walls of his home no longer quiet and tired. His phone died a lot quicker these days, as he turned it off for less and less, and actually checked texts within the same hour he recieved them. ]
I do not need you at my whim.
I merely need you to continue living. If I truly need to use the command seal to compel you to live, then I will.
[ he's serious as the grave, as well.
Moving a hand up from where it was settled on the hilt of his ever-present sword.
He reaches a hand out--up to that pile of magic that is vaguely the shape of his friend. ]
Teach me the words, then.
[ gil is not a god, he is not a king
he's a man who's been burdened with the weight of power from a life he'd moved on from. It wasn't fair to put such expectations on himself--just as it wasn't fair to see him put himself up on a dias, lonely and distant when there were people willing to stand at his side.
Kings don't have friends, but this world has no need for kings. ]
Teach me what this incantation is, so I can keep you here in this world, you golden fool.