#dmnklr

❥     𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒    +    accepting.    /      @dmnklr

       + ❥    what would a ‘happy life’ look like  -  ? ?

     a happy life for Fekla.     would have been to be a family.  to have the family Nero needed and yearned for , for all these years. to be the mother to care for him in his darkest hours  &  lift him when he needed the love and comfort of the mother, she never fully could be.  to stay alive long enough to see Nero grow to who he was today. to know that her baby had grown powerful, gentle   &  so beautiful.  to have had Vergil stay   &   care for the boy along side her, to see their child so alive   &   give him the life he deserved.

      + ❥    what comforts her  -  ? ?

"Ha ha."

A glare was thrown in his direction, lacking any and all humor. He knew he was strictly an outdoors cat now, but did everyone have to rub it in every chance they got? He didn't look TOO Jungle Jim, did he? Shit, when was the last time he'd shaved?

"Bears make shit roommates."

Shakes his coin pouch, there's only a little clinking and clanking. He opened it, giving it another shake to get the content on to the table. "....... I have 69 cents. You know what that means? "

There's a pause.

" We can't even get chicken nuggets. "

     how  disappointing  .  though  ,  really  ,  having  no  mortal  funds  has  never  stopped  her  from  getting  what  she  wants  .  while  her  usual  club  to  dance  in  may  not  currently  be  open  for  work  ,  there  are  other  ways  ...

     attention  ,  however  ,  shifts  to  other  things  on  mind  .

                    ❝ –    DOLL-te.   ❞     PRISTINE AND TINY, her martini glass is set back down onto the bar after a sip; it was a strong on her tongue but the tiny fire was doused out by the sugar around the rim and an delectable cherry taste in the back of her throat;  she doesn’t turn her head, not until the familiar jangle of his latest arsonal and small gust from the ends of his coat as he takes his place beside her, two fingers up to order a drink for himself, and a second for her.   the low light from behind the bar highlights highlights his skin with a blue hue, despite the fingerless gloves the toning of his arm and the visible surfaced veins suggests a reason for his late appearance.       ❝ –    you’re late.  ❞   BAYONETTA takes another sip, the cherry in her glass becoming more visible as her drink drains slowly.

“ Since you’re offering ... “