#hybridea

DOES THAT MEAN DANTE’S ALSO A GEMINI

GO TO BED YOU HEATHEN

THE CRUEL PRINCE ✧ . *  /  accepting

IT  WAS  IMPOSSIBLE  TO  MISS,  that hideous tower. Grotesque and coiling spires tore through the placid blue of the afternoon sky, off-shooting and spiraling like forks of lightening in the distance. Even from Fortuna it was visible against the horizon. It grew in size since its inception and was nearly impossible to ignore, though Kyrie did her best. It served as a constant reminder that he would be returning to it, AND RETURN HE HAD. 

Kyrie had fallen asleep in her armchair the night before, knowing that Nero intended to leave with Nico in the wee hours of the morning and wanting to catch him before hand. The day had been long though and she was exhausted, heavy lids fluttering shut the moment all of the children were fast asleep in their beds. She just remembers the brush of lips over her cheek. A soft murmur, and the feeling of fingers brushing auburn hair away from her face. When she’d jolted awake it was to deafening silence. She had to bite back furious tears as she dragged herself to bed, frustrated that she’d missed their goodbyes. He would laugh at her for it, she knew. That cats rasp chuckle as he leaned down to kiss her forehead and promise that he would return whether she liked it or not.

         There was safety in hearing it though. HIS VOICE AND HER HEART HAD MADE A PACT WHEN THEY WERE CHILDREN. It would calm its frantic beating if only he would speak to it. . 

Hours later without a call and without a response to hers left Kyrie’s stomach in knots. It wasn’t unusual of course, he was busy. He couldn’t afford distractions and neither could Nico. She couldn’t afford them either, if she was honest. With thirty odd children to contend with, it was a running joke between the three of them that she battled her own demons too. The thought should bring a smile to her face as she watches her kids play along the sidewalk. Usually cheerful lips wobble in a ghost of a smile as her sweet Violet coos and places a piece of spit-sodden chalk in her hand. SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT and the feeling goes far beyond that of a goodbye kiss.

This job was big, if Dante himself had disappeared weeks before. Nero was strong but if Dante himself couldn’t best whatever demon had split earth and sky. . . She shakes her head and gazes back down the street, her leg jiggling nervously. It would be alright, IT HAD TO BED. They had faced worse. If he could rescue her from the confines of a demonic entity, he could make it home for dinner. 

The rumble of an engine soon cuts through the din of laughter and childish shrieks, instantly drawing the woman’s attention towards the end of the block. The van was in tatters. The right side nearly concave and the left headlight nowhere to be found. It’s a grim sight and Kyrie is awash in anxiety and relief. SPEAK OF THE DEVIL AND HE SHALL APPEAR. . . She lures her charges inside the house once more with the promise of any movie they wanted to watch, so long as they stayed away from the garage. It took every ounce of willpower not to bolt there before she had set up the Blu-Ray player and ensured each of pair of eyes was fixated on the screen. It wouldn’t do for them to witness any carnage, something Kyrie had been adamant about since Nero and Nico had set up shop there. They enter quietly and if they need her assistance, they WAIT.

The first face she sees upon entering the garage is not anticipated, nor is he entirely unwelcome either. ' Dante! You’re safe! ’ Shoulders slump as a soft smile plays across her lips, squinting at him through the gloom of the garage. He was perched atop the crunched in stairs of the van, hands clasped before him. Kyrie winced at the site and half expected Nico to be puttering around the shop swearing under her breath about it. But it’s silent. All she can hear is the frantic thump of her own heart.  ‘  –––– Where . . . ’

  The words stick in her throat, CHOKING her when the devil hunter finally meets her eyes.  

IT’S  A  TERRIBLE  PLACE,  REALLY.  Littered with garbage and kept dark more often than not, like they were hiding there instead of living. . .  Ezra felt she had acclimated rather well though. Without the usual amenities, the moon still found herself quite comfortable. She sits idly on the stairs, arms wrapped around her knees as she peers at him through the gloom. ‘do you miss him?’ they both know who she means. The few tidbits of information she had wheedled from him left much to be desired, but she was more than adept at putting the pieces of this puzzle together.

          “   YOU   KNOW   ,   ”   A   WIDE   GRIN   .     a   laugh   .   hands   on   her   hips   ,   claire   tilts   her   head   .   for   DRAMATIC   effect   ,   of   course   ,   as   she   thinks   aloud   .   “   considering   the   fact   that   we   BOTH   wear   red   jackets   ----------   ”   hers   and   his   ,   worn   red   leather   tempered   through   hell   and   back   again   .   it’s   a   LUCKY   color   ,   the   color   of   intense   emotion   and   the   color   of   action   .   they’re   both   the   same   in   that   regard   .   they’re   both   like   that   ,   and   it’s   the   reason   she   LIKES   dante   .   she   really   does   ;   enough   to   call   him   something   akin   to   a   brother   .   an   HONORARY   redfield   .   (   the   thought   of   dante   coming   to   christmas   dinner   makes   claire   happier   than   it   should   .   )   “  ----------   i   think   we’re   ALREADY   there   .   ”

       his eyes are so very tired.  she knows this,  she sees it.  she can feel the years weighing down upon his wrist,  intertwining like parched roots along the curve of his ribs.  one crack and surely he would collapse …  but he does not.  instead,  he takes two footsteps forward,  a smile creasing the lines of his lips and fingertips already buried beneath her furs.  she missed him dearly.   

        ❛  arf ! ❜  

        when he presses a kiss on the apex of her head the she - wolf positively beams.  not one second passes without her charcoal gaze pooling into his own,  as her tail sways about happily behind her.  were he to listen closely he would hear her words of comfort and compassion,  passing from her throat just as any other speech would.  passing over his form like a shadow over grass.