#perturbationem

a pair of blue eyes (1873) - thomas hardy

Height Comparison Meme! || Not Accepting.

@perturbationem

Holding Hands meme ( for Eva ) || accepting !! 

V couldn’t stop his body from immediately tensing the moment Eva’s hands, equally as delicate as his own, slipped into his, holding him ever so gently. He flinched at the warm contact - never expecting this woman to hold him like this - not when his last memories of her were painfully buried under the recesses of his heart.

And he had no doubt that this hesitation of his was not unnoticed by Eva, even if he had done his best to suppress it.

( Yet still, as hesitant as he was over Eva, as painful as everything she represented was to him … she was … she was … )

“…Forgive me,” V replied, trying to regain his calm composure. “I was… just not expecting you to hold my hand…” 

he  can’t  quite comprehend  the  disbelief  in  his  twin’s  voice,  yet  he  doesn’t  bring  himself  to  care  about  his  reasons.  he  knows  NOTHING  about  this  place,  about  how  dante  deals  with  his oh - so - called - family.  nero  showing  up  to  grab  some  devil  arms  when  dante  wasn’t  around  could’ve  been  a  common  occurence  for  THEM  /  and  even  if  it  weren’t,  if  the  boy  was  just  taking  advantage  of  his  uncle’s  absence,  it’s  not  his place  to say  anything.

❝  yes.  ❞  he  replies  easily,  shortly,  eyes  still  glued  to  the  page  of  his  book.  it’s  been  quite  a  long  time  since  he’s  allowed  himself  to  sit  down  and  enjoy  a  proper  book,  and  it  ALMOST  feels  comforting.  ❝  it  was  no  concern  of  mine,  and  he  wasn’t  in  my  way.  ❞

            >> 🔥 <<     DANTE STARES AT HIM,   BROWS KNITTING   as he takes in what was going on right now   --   the disappearance of   ONE   of his devil arms.  the one he knew that was barely going to be used for any sort of devil hunting.  cavaliere was going to be   UTTERLY USED   for recreation use and he knew it to his core.  he sucks in a breath,  doing his absolute best to not   get mad   over it at all.   (   shoulda tossed beowulf   --  pretty sure that’d get him absolutely   MAULED   but he felt like it now.   )    anger would just ruin the small   ..   whatever it was they had going right now.

V narrowed his eyes once he saw that woman first approach - this was not Trish, he was sure. V was fairly confident that Trish was still in Red Grave City, handling things with the rest of Dante’s crew, and not in a city that was far from the usual hunting grounds. There was a frown upon his face, and the man silently closed his book, slipping it into the inner pocket of his jacket.

“...Apologies, but I’m afraid you have me mistaken for someone else.”

        a glowing, beryl stare rests on the lantern’s warden --- her former prison hung low at his side --- as a somewhat feral grin tugs at her lips. she presumed he meant her, specifically her body... just flesh and bone and now stolen life that burned alight within her. in her freedom, she became a further conduit for the mist. lingering infection had spread within her on that day by the shore in her youth, harrowed wreckage had cursed her ; it had opened a door for the likes of thresh to capture her and in the same moment? it had allowed her the power to grasp liberation tight in her embrace.

         her fingers itched, a twitch of digits that screamed with desire to move swift and aim her cannon on him — but she refrains. a cant of her head, voice honeyed with underlying distaste as she begins a pace.    ❛ — someone sounds a little bitter... or is that envy? ❜