#mtivated

There’s also always so much potential in plotting between two muses who originate from the same character!

I don’t really know where I was going with this... just... I love duplicates!

I’m shouting out some of my favorite duplicates underneath the cut.  Feel free to do the same!  Lets make this a circle of Duplicate love.

congrats anon, vergil is trans

       DISCOUNT MAGNETS MASQUERADE  as novelty fruits & litter the refrigerator like flies on a windshield.  in their grasp, scratchy notes describe the meat of the month.  30 - something male, stringy.  stew.  marguerite drops the rondeau in the center of the table with a spattering of wayward liquid from its lid.  it seeps into the wood & spills onto the floor below.

O’ to be graced by such a wicked simper; being the one to crack the veneer upon a most intricate mask should be nothing short of an honor. The river of chills runs its course through her spine, all the way down to her toes— and for all the right reasons. 

She circles him like one cat on the prowl, sizing one another before the kill. Morbid fascination tugged at her with every step considered, careful, casual. The man wrapped in silk and wrath was not the only one who held feline-like grace.  

Although, The Prince of Darkness commanded an air that begged no quarter, and were Cereza a pious woman, she just may have wilted before it in reverence.

“ ...and why would Your Majesty dirty his hands with something so base? ” she toys. “ Are you so bored that you fancy drawing the ire of the nice boys upstairs? ”

She stops in front with barely a flourish; her finger at play with her lower lip. 

“ ...There’s no shame in masochism, I suppose. ”

whose this anon to assume what he has down there. could very well be live koi fish. could be a sword. could be a thermos for his soup.

    VERGIL  HUFFS  A  FRUSTRATED  BREATH  OF  AIR, ivory  brows  slinking  down  in  sharp  furrows.  it  isn’t  easy  to  elaborate  on  personal  matters,  things  that  concern  the  makeup  of  his  identity.  he  is  an  astute  and  well  spoken  individual,  but  —  

   (some  part  of  him  is  angry  that  dante  simply  doesn’t  know.  it  is  unfair  to  make  such  assumptions–they’ve  been  so  diverted  from  one  another,  so  separate  from  the  hip-attachment  they  shared  in  adolescence,  it  is  a  language  that  needs  to  be  relearned.  he  recognizes  that  irrationality  and  extricates  it  before  it  can  surface,  but  the  vexation  remains  in  vestigial  echoes.)

    he  gesticulates  vaguely  with  his  gloved  hand.   ‘  i’ve  been  in  hell  for  twenty  years,  and  the  mercenary  business  for  another  near  decade.  forgive me  if  i’m  lacking social  grace,  dante!   i  don’t  ..  i  don’t  know,  what  i’m  trying  to  say.  i  thought  —  maybe  ..  you  might ..  understand. ‘

        >> 🔥 <<      BODY LANGUAGE SITS HEEDLESS WITHIN WOODEN CHAIR BEHIND HIS DESK,   hands lazily set upon lap as legs strung up against it.  he frowns slight when his question wasn’t taken so well    ;   when it had been so genuine in the first place.  he hangs his head,  letting out a soft huff of his own although not with the same   INTENSITY   his brother held just prior.   pulling his legs down and scooting closer his brows furrowed,  elbows rest upon cracked desk.

he wasn’t simple - minded but he wasn’t an all - knowing   BEING   who could understand what people meant with small indicator.   most   times he could guess and   before   they had gone their separate ways they had been closer than ever.   but time had passed,  more than enough happening to them via their own hand or others in that frame.

the younger cambion’s brows knit when elder speaks,  groaning soft at first.   ❝            i mean i   COULD   if y’weren’t so   --             ❞   he breaks off,  wavering as the conversation   UP TO  that point finally delivers with context and he perks up.  oh.  oh.  he gets it now.  aw shit he’s been a total   JERK   for the last   TEN MINUTES,   let alone   teasing   him for not making a lick’a sense.    

i guarantee this is just someone who is mad that dante doesn’t have a big swinging dick

imagine being this person and trying to suggest you can tell whose trans by looking at them