“  I’M  ‘BOUT  to  cook  yer  damn  bird  ,  shadowman  .  “  Without  looking  his  way  ,  Nico  fumbles  for  her  lighter  :  she  won’t  light  up  yet  ,  instead  opting  to  flick  it  open  ,  then  closed  again  .  “  Smart  ass  keeps  insultin’  my  work  ...  “

Ice blue gazes into deep green as V speaks, and a brow arches slightly, gloved fingers releasing the summoner’s chin. He really was such a strange human; wandering about the hellscape the city had become, being able to summon and command a trio of strong demons. Vergil had seen his fair share of humans tattooed heavily, didn’t find it uncommon, yet V’s were so drastically different from the typical imagery humans chose.

Honesty Hour

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fight you with kisses?

i hate this. LMAO

send ‘you have a nice voice’ for my muse to sing / hum // accepting! 

        she hadn’t really noticed she started to sing. a form of habit; like clockwork, every morning when she went around watering her plants. her voice airy, it twinkled, as though she herself is made of the dust of stars she uses in her powers. the tune itself is something a bit modern, different than the old voice she sings with, but it works. 

      hearing the compliment made her stop, her cheeks flushing bright red out of embarrassment. she’s not used to it. she manages a polite smile, giving an awkward laugh.

grip willow’s jaw // accepting

          this is a situation she’d never thought she’d be in. it isn’t threatening-- not to her eyes, at least, as she’s searching for some form of intent in his face. he isn’t gripping tightly. she can feel her hearts racing from the nervousness creeping up in the back of her mind. it’s the thing that eats at her the most-- her worry.