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She had the nerve to approach him.  The doppelganger.  The demon possessing his human Mother’s face.  The hatred would ignite in those steely sapphire eyes as he rests his fingers loose around the grip of Yamato.  It remains sheathed with his other thumb pressed to the guard more than ready, and quite willing, to unlock it from its position so he might simply cut her down…

“Your words are poison.”

He remembered everything she did.  Everything she played a role in.  Vergil would not be so quick to forgive as Dante was.

               she knew that this would happen. he was not a man to seek forgiveness very easily - but to not even hear a word from her mouth? the hatred was reasonable but she thought that she would be able to speak in a tone where no weapons were to be used. if he wanted to badmouth her - so be it because she truly did deserve it. 

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“You might wanna take it easy there, Trish.“ He’d seen the pizza boxes already pilled up between the two of them. One of them really should bother to clean it up. The final piece was taken and risen to lips. “You wanna hit the streets and see if any shit’s about to hit the fan?” Vergil ( and / or any other potential big bads ) had been really quiet recently and it wasn’t something the Nephilim liked at all.

        “ that is the first time you ever told me to take it easy... ” 

         there was a smirk appearing against her coated red lips after her response. things were lacking in the destruction apartment which meant something wasn’t right and dante’s instinct was up there with hers. getting up from her seat, she looked over as she cocked her hip to the side. 

  “ y’know when you disappear for months on end… . Yeah… “ 

    his credit debit card is once again maxed. 

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                 she was listening but no response was given at first. she was too busy putting her favorite red lipstick against her plump lips.