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        A smirk decorates his lower jaw  — a twinkle in his eye at the mere mention of DEMONS. He’d never turn down the opportunity to go kick demon ass and send them back where they come from. Now SURE he could go do it himself all by his LONESOME. But what type of guy would he be saying no to such a face? If it was a good time she was looking for - she had come to the right place! HUNTING demonic kind was his bread and butter. It was his thing! His entire purpose!

Hammy: okay but, imagine the rare times Vergil would climb into Dante’s bed though, it was super rare but he did do it himself ( he was more used to Dante climbing into his bed whenever he would like or even asking Dante if he'll like to sleep in his bedroom if he could tell Dante wanted to but was being stubborn about it as he usually asks before bed time or comes to his room etc. )

Hammy: Vergil being to stubborn to admit he had climbed into Dantes bed/or had asked a sleepy Dante if he could after coming to his room (to check on him) an this was some of the rare times he would be more open about a vulnerable side of his as a kid when he wasn't being the big bro/serious role. Vergil as said is stubborn, so wouldn't really admit his reasoning's for this type of thing ( when in reality in the huge house they live in it was always nice/not lonely feeling when they slept in the same bed like they did as toddlers etc. so sometimes it was a comfort for when Vergil was having a very bad day/keeping his feelings internalised and this was comforting especially as being older now he didn't really get as much affectionate/comfort stuff from his parents due to how he was etc. )

me: Eva or Sparda thinking Dante was too sleepy / didn't have the energy to climb into Vergil’s bed so Vergil did the next most considerate thing he could do and climb into his bed to be a good brother. ( Especially if and when it fell around the time Sparda was gone and it was merely Vergil comforting Dante about their father being gone since it’s still tough trying to explain something like that to kids since Sparda just vanished and despite still wanting to hold onto hope Eva properly didn’t want to either instil false hope in the boys that Sparda would 100% come back. Seeing as they didn’t know he was the legendary dark knight Sparda etc. )

Hammy: no one realising its Vergil’s own decision/want to climb into Dante’s bed so they think its just Dante not wanting to get out of his bed so vergil was being a good bro ( especially if this is on days Dante isn't well/or say a storm happened etc. )

Hammy: whatever the case when Eva or Sparda saw this they just found it adorable and also that the boys are certainly sneaky because they have separate rooms.

   COME GET Y’ALL JUICE

Not like it could’ve prepared him for what followed. Any instance of danger & his first instinct was prominently rooted in sticking a gun in the face of danger. Something was OFF ; his senses flared in warning. Talk about being in for a WILD RIDE. The shadow fiend was one thing  —— but what followed was so...ABNORMAL.  He didn’t like it one bit & before he knew it ; it was not just a shadow that now stood before him, but a mirror reflection. Perfectly encapsulating his form. Some TWISTED joke in his eyes ( a demo copying him? It made his blood boil. ) The devil hybrid scoff’s as he remains there posed ; Ivory and the copied ivory tow to tow. 

“ I hate posers like you. “ He spits, words laced in venom. As he narrows his eyes, watching the demon in detest. “ Especially when they mock me right t’ my face. “ His skin crawled seeing himself in such a ‘ position ‘ ( made him feel all the more inhumane... the wound hidden under his coat pulsated. Even Geryon didn’t seem thrilled. ) Just who the hell did this demon think they were!?

As such Dante’s hair during this time ( when he was in-between / wandering places before having his chance encounter with Enzo that eventually lead to him moving to the town in the Novel. ) did obscure his vision at best / was long ( but mostly sort of spiked outsides without much effort. ) This namely was his right side as he tended to shift his fringe enough so he could still see / had some visibility with his left. Though it didn’t 100% obscure his vision as he could still see his lower body / feet.

           He hums ever so happily —— feet getting ahead of himself as he trots through the halls of the house in search of mother. Proud of himself for his SOON to be presented gift. It was an idea that had been brewing for much of the day ; ever since the day before. Eva was all so smiley! So strong! Dante loved his mother very much ; so to see the briefest glimpse of SADNESS under the cover of night the young boy grew worried. Restless over whether or not his mother was alright. 

He never wanted her to be sad ; a semblance of guilt wedge deep within his gut whenever she had something other then a gentle expression & smile filled with love upon her features. So he pondered for the longest time what he could DO to cheer her up. What was within the realm of possibility ( he didn’t really wanna worry vergil EITHER..or make it that obvious he sore the briefest of something maybe he shouldn’t of seen. ) But it sat with him — plaguing him untill an idea wrapped in child-like heart hit him.

“ Mommy! Mommy! “ He chims , so lighthearted —  whole body quivering from giddiness as he hops over to her ; catching every bit of her attention.  Oh so EXCITED to share his gift ; what was bound to make her HAPPY ! “ Follow me for a sec’ ‘kay? “ He’s already tugging at Eva’s shawl without a second thought ( his excitement getting the best of him. ) Fetching the both of them  into the main open space of the Sparda manor. “ Wa-waitamoment close ya’ eyes! “ He somewhat-yelps in a frazzled hurry. Waving his arm to DISTRACT his mother long enough for her to yield. He huffs a sigh of relief before he returns to tugging her once more. 

Leading her to their predestined destination before… “ Here !! “ He shouts at the top of his lungs ; leaping to an unoccupied space before the small table comfortably tucked to the corner of the room. A single VASE rested upon it ; but what Dante was vocal about was the arrangements of flowers that now residue within it.  “ Ta-daaahhh!! “

The arrangements of flowers seemed carefully picked despite the jumbled nature of the flowers themselves. Big & small ; mixtures of types and colors. Looking to simply be wild flowers Dante had hand picked ( spending MUCH of the day wandering around the vast greenery supplementing their home. For the prettiest flowers he could find. ) The love put within the arrangement was CLEAR as day.“  I-I thought th’ room looked a lil’ lonely so I got some flowers! An’’thought you’d like it too mommy cause —  cause ya’ like flowers! So … it’s a win-win!! “ The boy had garnered such a belief from his father always gifting such BEAUTIFUL collections of flowers. So he wanted to REPLICATE that. It wasn’t easy but…he tried! It be worth it if it meant it made his mother happy! It was only fair after all! Since she always wanted them to be happy… 

Sheepishly he scratches at his cheek for a moment, glancing between Eva & the flowers HOPING that they were alright. Worries bubbled to the surface ( were they as good as the ones Father gifted her with? Maybe the flowers weren’t pretty enough. Or were their colours off? ) He patiently awaits his mother response ; even if ever second was agony.

Turns out he didn’t have to wait long. When every fleeting worry is DISPELLED by the gentle kiss to his forehead. Stunned for a moment, Dante’s quick to rebuttal with joy ( over the moon ) as he gleefully pumps his fists. A mission SUCCESS! A smile  — most importantly. 

The previous sadness he sore weighing heavily on his mothers HEART melted away, the memory of it would firmly remain in the past,  instead replaced with the pure surprise enriched with sweet happiness he bore witness to today. So very worth it the young boy repeats. A warm laugh escapes him as he ruffles the back of his hair. No matter what —— he’d chase her sadness away! 

@dwellsinme​ || Starter Call

“This ain’t Bobby’s, angel face, I’m definitely going to need to see some ID.”

She’s not entirely sure why Bobby’s Cellar came to mind first, it’s not a place that Stella ever went to, but it’s seedy. She knows of the legacy it left, just about. An old, old contact of hers had filled her in. Nevertheless, Stella can’t help but look at the guy in front of her, young, either just about old enough or just too young, the bleached hair doesn’t help her assessment much. 

“What I mean is…we play by the books here. So, ID, you got it?”

“  Guess ya’ no devil’s advocate then. “

   A huff escapes the hybrid —— a few strands of silver weaved to the side in his only HINT of annoyance. Such a name drop even was... INTERESTING ( but he paid it no mind. He had more important things on his plate ! ) As he figuratively pats away at his pants ; he eyes the bartender from the corner of his eye ( a pretty face ; Defiantly the type he’d of never seen in a dive like Bobby’s.  Not like he was here to reminiscent. )  Of course his efforts are for nought & more for show. Lacking the basic’s that were pockets in the first place. Not like he had half a mind to bother lugging around ID.

V starts when the child crashes into him – but his eyes widen as he looks down at the boy with his shock of white hair. Silvery white that matches his own beneath Nightmare’s blackness. A panicked child with that hair… Who was he?

“It’s alright.” He keeps his voice soft and takes a moment before kneeling down to be on eye level. “Are you okay? Do you need help?”

No matter what, he isn’t going to turn away a child who looks lost. He doesn’t know what help he can reasonably offer - but he would just have to work that out.

@dwellsinme | x

    He rubs at his nose  — his other arm clutched tightly against his chest as unease grew more and more within him. The LAST thing he’d want is annoy someone !  His frazzled mind jumping to conclusions & what to do ( Vergil ; his parents were usually the voice of reason that grounded him. But all alone his thoughts and ideas for a decision were ever so LOUD. ) He’s trembling in his boots ; lips quaking as another apology escapes him. Panic was a child’s greatest weakness. So small and yet their worries were so loud...

A part of me is considering the idea that Dante in defiance of his father - goes under ‘ Dante Blyth ’ ( aka solely responds to and uses Eva’s surname. Which is also kinda based on the fact that originally as a kid that’s what he went by because of Sparda hiding his identity etc ) because of his disdain for Sparda / being associated to him and that it’s only AFTER the events of devil may cry 3 does Dante willing accept his heritage and come to reflect on how he viewed his father. 

@dwellsinme ( cont. )

         the  still  peaceful  town  is  something  he  never  thought  he’d  get  to  see          again,  not  after  everything  /  it  feels  different  to  be  here  now,  to  walk          through  the  same  streets  he’s  seen  being  destroyed  ;  a  small  part  of          him  itches,  bouncing  around  like  a  ball  of  energy  he  couldn’t  control,          because  if  he  finds  sparda  now  to  tell  him EVERYTHING  then  maybe,          just  MAYBE  the  future  could  be  different,  it  could  be  better,  brighter –

         an  innocent  daydream,  really.  he’s  nothing  but  a  bystander,  revisiting          memories  of  a  past  long - gone,  burned  and  buried.  even  if  he  could          change  anything  it  wouldn’t  change  his  own  story  nor  would  it  erase          everything  he’s  been  through.  and  he  takes  a  moment  to  notice  the          child  that’d  bumped  against  him,  a  soft  smile  dancing  on  his  lips  as          he  finally  recognizes  the  boy  /  and  what  were  the  odds…

         ❝  it  seems  you’ve  lost  someone.  ❞  he  offers  after  a  moment,  closing          the  book  he  hasn’t  even  been  reading.  ❝  maybe  your  brother?  ❞

           Despite the rowdiness —— Redgrave was as peaceful as ever. A welcoming town not far from home ; no wonder the two ENJOYED venturing off into the streets. To see what they could discover ; the new tales that could unfold on their adventures! So different to the mundane stories presented by their parents as LEADS ( and they as the supporting cast. ) Being the protagonist of a story gave forth to freedom  ——  it was fun! Today however ; was a telling of the story he wasn’t thrilled about in the slightest.

          A tale that took an unexpected twist —— the boy stops mid searching , eyes wide with a childlike-innocence of bewilderment, as he centres his attention upon the PERSON draped in black ( as if they were but a shadow that could SPEAK. ) Uncertainty washes over the child as he glances left and right ; then back at the person to ascertain it was HIM they were speaking too.Which ; They were. ( Then again, the child affirms to himself that it was normal. It wasn’t all that uncommon for them to engage with the adults in town. ) Still, maybe the person was just really sharp or...was he that easy to read?

“Loser buys pizza and sundaes, you in on this bet?” Dante asks, forcing a cue into the other’s hand before he could formally accept. “How’s your luck on a game of billiards?”

@dwellsinme |  ✦

           It had been but —— just a few days since he had found himself HERE. Well, wasn’t like he had anywhere ELSE to go so , bunking down in a version of his office that had been named ( even if the name was corny as all hell  ) & coming equipped with an older him, donning something eerily similar to a time that had come and gone for the youngster. Was more then he could’ve asked for. It was home, even if it wasn’t home  ——  lounging on some couch and jamming out to music was more then enough to leave the younger hybrid content.

But the promise of food? Now that was what he was talking about! ( All but an odd sense of skewered-normalcy for Dante. WASN’T like he was running like a headless chicken in a stupidly oversized tower chasing after Vergil & dishing out punishment left and right upon Demons. ) So, to top such a ‘ break ‘ with the sweet nothings of Pizza and Sundaes? Of course he’d take such a bet SERIOUSLY! —— A smirk already touching his lips immediately after the cue had been forced into his hand.

THIS IS SO CUTE I’M CRYING