#royalguarddoesntsuck

“In my defense I just woke up and Nero threw the party soooooo,”

There is the sound of a struggle and then Dante speaks again, “Bats. Its motherfucking bats! Ugh. Just hurry before they start biting again.”

He’s in his fuckin pajamas. He looks down at the half-finished bag of popcorn in his lap and sighs. Guess it beats watching Great British Bakeoff reruns again.

Sparda gave a smirk. “If that is what you wish.” He stepped close and brought a hand to the back of Dante’s neck then leaned in and gave him a gentle peck on the lips at first only to pull back for just a moment to give him a smile then go back in and kiss him deep and sucking at his bottom lip.

“Oh that’s fucking hot. Now eat his tongue.” Evil Sparda commented.

I apologize but this is going to be a long one. So I sort of HC that the Book Nero inherits is sort of like a grimoire or a powerful draw of power at any case. Because it had a deep meaning to Vergil, he imbued the words with power.

Hence why DT recharges when reading it. I love the idea of words becoming powerful when meaning is place upon it by a person. When it comes to novels and poetry and so forth, all of it is interpreted differently from person to person. And all these interpretations are valid. When it comes to written works, your imagination along with the writer's is very important.

//So how I personally see it, in regards to reading refilling the DT gauge, is that Nightmare takes mental energy for V to summon. It tires him mentally and him reading is him getting back into his own head. A lot of it hinges on the fact that I see V as autistic, and I see him reading as one of his ways that he recharges. 

  It had been some off months since the fall of The Order.  Fortuna, still seized by the occasional demonic attacks, had slowly begun to settle, life had seemingly returned to the way it had been so many years before.  It was almost a somber sight, the decaying remains of the church, not since touched since The Festival of the Sword.  Perhaps there were aspects of time that were best left to fade away into the past. 

  Nero had been toiling away, aiding where he could with the reconstruction of Fortuna.  Of course, there were some aspects of the town that would never be the same, he had accepted that, but he still had to make the city right for the kids to grow up in.  Throwing his jacket to the side, Nero pushed aside some rubble with the help of his Devil Bringer, sitting back with a huff as he rubbed sweat from his brow. 

  Just as he was about to take a break, a burning pain resonated through his arm, bringing his attention to the deep groves of cerulean that glowed with an ephemeral light.  Someone, or something, with high amounts of demonic energy was near.  It was secretive, calculating, causing the argent haired teen to quirk a brow before studying his surroundings. 

“You can come out, Dante,” he huffed.  “I know you’re here!”

"Was near by, wanted to check up on you guys." Dante says as he sits down at the table, "And also to see if you're cooking of course." Dante was honestly maybe the biggest fan of Kyrie's cooking next to Nero. "Though if you do know of any good guys looking for a tussle..." Dante wiggles his eyebrows.

Most of her attention remains planted upon her current task, lest she pricks herself with the sewing needle, but she still easily replies with a smile. “I’ll whip something up for you once this is finished. Anything you’re craving in particular?”