The Dark Half

Lips part slightly as if to speak, a hand coming down to rest on those russet tresses. Digits running through strands as a soft smile blooms, ❝ I just…W-Was unsure. If you required touch or not. ❞ Moments like these, were sometimes confusing with the pain not seen but felt.

"I always require your touch, sister," she purred, nuzzling into her twin's neck with a soft sigh. It always felt so nice being with Ivory, they got to see each other so rarely now. "Yours is the only touch I seek out."

That caused her to frown. "Why wouldn't I be? I need this, Ivy... after everything that happened."

"Eh? Daddy?" He tilted his head, as confusion swept through him. "Kid, what the hell are ya talkin' 'bout.” 

"Nn... Dante. I call him Dad. Sorry.." She buried her head in his chest, trying to hide from the world.

"So I need to kick someone’s ass?" He asked, wrapping his arms around her waist. Not entirely opposed to the idea, but he knew she needed someone to coax her into a calm.

She nestled into his arms, and into his chest, huffing again. "I guess. Daddy's dead and his devil self took over and is running around making everyone upset and I hate him." Pout.

                                                                 I can feel the                                                    Ｄ  Ａ  Ｒ  Ｋ  Ｎ  Ｅ  Ｓ  Ｓ                                                                       coming                                                                       And I’m                                                           Ａ  Ｆ  Ｒ  Ａ  Ｉ  Ｄ                                                                      of myself