#queenmuzz

Vergil knows this, of course, as he thumbs through his Blake book for the umpteenth time. If anything, he was proud of his son to want to do something that could be so daunting to a seven-year-old. Still, deep down Vergil couldn’t help but worry just a little. So, even though he has a look of calm, untouched composure, deep inside was a storm of thoughts.

Of course, the clouds dissipated once the door opened.

Nero steps inside the office, humming a cheery tune to himself. Vergil looks up at his son, shutting his tomb and setting it down on the couch. 

“Good afternoon, Nero,” Vergil greets. Nero’s blue eyes crinkle as he smiles at his dad, backpack in hand. Nero sets the bag down in front of Vergil, who raises a curious brow as his son unzips it and reaches inside with purpose.

“Happy Father’s Day!” Nero suddenly shouts, pale cheeks flushing pink as he pulls out a card and something carefully wrapped in tissue paper. Vergil blinks; honestly, he had forgotten today was such a holiday. He never thought about Father’s or Mother’s Day, not for a very long time. “I made this for you.”

Nero still holds out his hands expectedly, and finally, Vergil takes the items. He looks at the card first, thumb breaking apart the folded paper. In dried glitter glue and scented markers is a seven-year-old’s best attempt at “Happy Father’s Day!” with messy but readable curly letters. Inside, is a child’s drawing of him and Nero and Dante.

“I made something for Uncle Dante too, but he’s not here...” Nero pouts. Vergil then unwraps the tissue paper. Underneath is a small clay pot, painted blue with a painted Yamato curling around it like a band. Vergil sets the items carefully down beside him.

Vergil’s untouched expression breaks, a warm smile pulling his dimples out of hiding as he hugs Nero, smoothing his hair.