Take my hand, let's go!

Ship: Dante x Lady

Words: 4,275

Tags: Canon Divergence, Post Season 2, Lady is Bad at Feelings, Dante is a Sweetheart, canon divergence if Lady didn't leave and she actually met Dante at the diner, Talking About Feelings (they're doing their best)

Lady is nursing her third coffee when Dante finally limps through the door.

The tense, rigid line of her shoulders relaxes a fraction when he sits down heavily on the bench opposite her, and sets his sword on the table with a solid thump.

“Wasn’t sure you were going to show,” Lady says, tone somehow even, despite the stupid fucking butterflies flapping around in her chest. She takes another sip of her coffee, appreciating the burn of the too-hot liquid sliding down her throat.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t about to no-show on our first real date,” Dante says, flashing her a grin.

But his smile doesn’t look right – it’s forced and brittle, painted over pain.

“Just had to wait until most of the internal bleeding stopped,” he continues, like this is a normal conversation to have. “Think I might have broken my back in a few places too.” He rolls his head from one shoulder to the next and something cracks loudly.

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Ship: Dante x Lady

Words: 4,275

Tags: Canon Divergence, Post Season 2, Lady is Bad at Feelings, Dante is a Sweetheart, canon divergence if Lady didn't leave and she actually met Dante at the diner, Talking About Feelings (they're doing their best)

Lady is nursing her third coffee when Dante finally limps through the door.

The tense, rigid line of her shoulders relaxes a fraction when he sits down heavily on the bench opposite her, and sets his sword on the table with a solid thump.

“Wasn’t sure you were going to show,” Lady says, tone somehow even, despite the stupid fucking butterflies flapping around in her chest. She takes another sip of her coffee, appreciating the burn of the too-hot liquid sliding down her throat.

“Yeah, well, I wasn’t about to no-show on our first real date,” Dante says, flashing her a grin.

But his smile doesn’t look right – it’s forced and brittle, painted over pain.

“Just had to wait until most of the internal bleeding stopped,” he continues, like this is a normal conversation to have. “Think I might have broken my back in a few places too.” He rolls his head from one shoulder to the next and something cracks loudly.

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going through it

❝I have to get out of here and tell Claire what I think of her...❞