#daemonium-pater

Send me, "its way past your bedtime" for your muse to walk in at 3:37 in the morning to find my muse isn't asleep. || Accepting

Nero perked up hearing the door slam shut after his father had come home. He had just been starting to doze off despite his best efforts to stay awake. He had decided to stay up and wait for him since the man had been nowhere in the house and that wasn’t like him. The paranoia really didn’t set in until it was 1 in the morning. His nerves went into overdrive as he started to panic nearly having an attack. 

He couldn’t sleep until he knew Vergil was alive and well. He had to see it as a simple text or call wouldn’t suffice. So he sat there for five hours waiting azure eyes glued to the door praying. It took everything he had not to go out there and search, but he knew Vergil enough that if the man was coming back home he would. 

As soon as the door shut and he heard his dad’s voice, he woke up immediately and stared at him. That’s what you say when he’s been having a panic attack worrying over you? Though the wave of relief still had a tinge of terror as he thought about what could have happened. But he didn’t get angry like he thought he would have. “It’s past yours too.” He retorted back softly unable to feel pissed, or happy that the man was back. But damn he was still scared.

send 'snuggle reversed' for my muse's reaction to finding him/herself snuggling against your muse's chest || Accepting

This was nothing new in the Sparda household. Nero had stayed up late and barely got any sleep. Vergil was reading as usual and Nero was watching television but hadn’t given it much attention. In fact he was too tired to keep his eyes open. He moved back slowly trying to find a pillow until his head was on Vergil’s thigh. Close enough. Wait no. It wasn’t comfy enough. Huffing softly he moved even further back until his head was on Vergil’s chest. 

Well he hadn’t expected to move that far up. He sat still staring at the television for a bit able to feel his father’s stare on him. He glanced up at him silently stare meeting Vergil’s look just seeming to scream ‘Really? You’re doing this now?’ Even so... he snuggled into his chest showing the man he wasn’t going anywhere until he was kicked off.

“I guess it counts.” Since didn’t lose either it works.

“Good. I’ll even let you choose. It’s between cuddles and 20 cats.” Snaps fingers annoyingly with a shit eating grin.

Send '✋' to push and pin my muse down on their bed

He wasn’t used to Vergil just showing up out of the blue. Much less when Dante was hiding away in his room. And he gave his brother a smirk, opening his mouth to say something smart, but he was shoved back. Dante rose a brow at the sudden aggression from his brother, not sure what to make of the behavior. And when Dante opened his mouth a second time to question Vergil, he was shoved in response, this time watching the world tip backwards as he fell on his bed. For a moment, there was nothing but ceiling. However, that was soon filled with the elder twin’s face and his icy stare.

“Look, if you wanted to get me into bed--” Dante started, but Vergil clapped a hand down over his mouth before he could even finish. The younger twin felt hyper-aware then; realizing that Vergil was straddling him, and just how warm he felt in contrast. Even those fingers clamped over his lips were warm.

His eyes lidded as he stared up at his older brother, who seemed to be battling something within himself. Slowly, calloused fingers reached up to pull Vergil’s own elegant digits from his mouth.

“Hey. Is there something you wanna talk about? Cause this is kind of creeping me out.”

But he caught the determined look in Vergil’s eyes. No, there was a reason his brother was so dead-set on coming here. Slowly, Vergil leaned in closer to Dante without breaking eye contact. The younger twin managed to screw his eyes shut, not exactly ready for whatever hell his brother was bringing down on him.

The dampness touched his lips first, and his heart slammed hard against his ribs. Blue eyes flew open to find Vergil grinning at him rather smugly. And the dampness?

An olive the fucker was pressing to Dante’s mouth.

              “And how do I know you are the betrayer?! It could be ANYONE! And I am not willing to risk another single chance for that bear to trick us using someone else!” There was definitely not rationalization other than anger and paranoia in Raimundo’s mind at the moment, so of course his accusation was off-putting and offensive.  

The residual heat permeating through the tepid crater tested the limits of any thermometer worth its mercury. Though they were poised several metres away from an open vat of broiling lava, the conditions were hot enough to cause beads of sweat to cling to Jak’s brow, the wastelander who had spent many a long afternoon trekking the length of the desert during all kinds of extreme weather. The heat should be nothing to him by now, and yet it still was.

But why?

Was it his proximity to that abomination that caused him to perspire? Its gnarled, contorted limbs threatening to reach out and pull him further into the abyss.

Or could it be the presence of the blue devil who stood across from him, stooping over what remained of the Dark Maker’s fallen satellite, his immediate adjacency highly concerning. He wasn’t expecting anyone to beat him to the volcano, but now that he realised he had company, he vowed to prevent whoever this foreigner was to leave with a sample. 

Allowing for the warped race to infect more sects of life scattered throughout the cosmos. 

The click his gun made as he attached a blue mod to it served as his greeter; keeping a tight grip on the reins of his rage, Jak hurled a threat at the white haired trespasser.

SHAME ON YOU AND YOUR COW!

Meme || Accepting

His eyes blinked when his father grabbed the other end of the pocky stick. The man had been reading and Nero had been bored so sprawling on the man’s lap knowing Vergil allowed it as long as he was quiet. On his back over his dad’s lap as he munched on the chocolaty treat, well clearly Vergil had wanted some too. 

Breaking it between his teeth he had a feeling it was payback for when Nero did it to him. Well... time to annoy him  since that was his only talent. “Aw Dad. If you wanted to kiss me, all you had to do was ask.”