#powerseeking

@powerseeking​ whispered:  dantes office was littered with books or magazines. a disorganized mess he paid no mind to, despite irritation, but as he stays there ( under house arrest ) something catches his attention as he walks around ; dante had gone out on a mission, so he was alone with his older self. was it truly that book he had seen ? he thinks, before casting eyes away. the younger one strays to keep an ignorant mind to it, but it tugs at memories deep down ; how on earth did he have it ? was it just a replica of the book ? it had to be. it was the only logical conclusion to him. turning on his heel, he takes a seat. ❛   why do you stay ? or best yet, return what is mine.      ❜  he gestures about yamato, after they had stripped it from him, ensuring the little vergil didn't cause a mess in their own world ( already having so much to clean up ) or quickly vanish without a trace.   but it's evident it's all a ploy of distraction away from that book. ( first of all, sorry vergil FSHJSFHJ)

𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐘  𝐈𝐓  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐀  𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐒  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃  𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐒  𝐈𝐍 ,        saddled with the duty of keeping ‘himself’ out of trouble .   It’s nothing that he finds himself necessarily AGAINST doing ,   but he doesn’t believe himself to be all too keen on it .   As long as Yamato was kept from his possession ,   he proved to be little more than a bother in the short term ,   but the constant PACING proved to be more than what Vergil had signed up for .   Piercing gaze watching closely for a short period of time ,   he settles for another sip of his Darjeeling  &  shifting pale gaze towards the book in his hand  (  notes from the underground ,   not that it was pertinent to anything in the present  ) .   He senses the light change in atmosphere once his younger self falls still  &  looks towards him ,   though for the majority he pays him little mind .   At least until he approaches to seat himself across from him .  Vergil glances up once again ,   faint frown resting on his lips only for it to slowly ease into IMPASSIVENESS at the directed question .   The younger image could do what he was capable of in order to divert any line of questioning towards HIMSELF ,   but that did not stop the elder from noting the quick glances  &  subsequent aversions of gaze towards the book sitting near the corner of the battered coffee table .

     THERE WAS NO easy way out, no pleasant way to go about it. The circumstances while not impossible to explain would do nothing to change the past, nor to make the sting of lost time and pain suffered any lesser, any easier to bear. For so long, his children had grown alone, devoid of not one but both parents by Sparda’s doing—even if he thought to, the shame was too great to ask for forgiveness.

     IF VERGIL WAS anything like his younger self, there may not have been anything Sparda could do at all. Not that it would have stopped him from trying.

     MANY OF VERGIL’S various tracks and trails led long and winding paths riddled with dead ends and doubling back; clearly this oldest wayward son of his was in search of something, though Sparda couldn’t yet glean it, not even now, after having finally, finally tracked his son’s trail to another potential end.

     MEANINGLESS FODDER DISPATCHED by a flicker of his blade, Sparda let his attention rest fully upon finding his son, once he was certain the surroundings were devoid of humans or other fledgling demons lurking about. Though... the Dark Knight couldn’t help but wonder: did Vergil truly frequent such distasteful places in pursuit of whatever goal he kept in his heart? Suspect alleyways and derelict buildings, the types of surrounds that would oft house only the shadiest, those with ill intent... 

                   (PERSONAL BLOGS PLEASE DO NOT REBLOG!!) 

                         But still, the fragile seeds wait long for the sun to shine                                           Dark winter away, come spring.                            My young seeds once again will look up to the sky,                                           And I know they will grow strong. 

vergil vc: to afraid to show his face to us? dante vc: no, hes just on an extended vacation (in hell or dead).

​@fractempyreal replied to your post “@powerseeking replied to your post “2!Dante seeing...”:

I'm gonna tell him.​

Why are you both like this?