#saintnebula

❝ We don't really have the luxury of time right now- ❞ Fighting against the hand trying to keep her still, she gives it a gentle push to the side with her good arm. A dislocated shoulder was hardly something they needed to spend much time on. ❝ If you don't mind giving me a hand? It works best if someone else sets it. ❞ Circe was no stranger to fixing this type of problem herself, but since Neriah was here, she might as well ask for assistance.

maybe he'll consider ; the distance closes.

he can just throw it away, and she might get a little sad about it, but at least the thought counted! he's probably thinking of striking her at such distance now.

she skips — or err . . . sneaks on his side ( feet light and barely touching the ground — quiet , even the birds do not speak of her , the wind does not whistle at her movements ; alas . . . if not for the jingle jangle of her necklace ), her hand outstretched with the trinket on her hand. " i bring gifts ", the Girl says cheerfully, " — well . . . gift ! ". she'll try to avoid any slashes but she's hoping he doesn't !! slash !! her !! ( the trinket is a small sword that is of similar design to his . . . yuh - ma - toe, she can never pronounce that right ; keychain . . . and her eyes wander to his own sword ) " you can hang it on there ", she points at the handle, no she won't even try saying it's name out loud, " i know you wouldn't like your enemies knowing your location so it doesn't have the cute bell on it ! ". the Girl prides herself for picking it out from her travels, thinking of people she barely knows — how naive.

her hands fold on her back and she rocks on her toes, gold eyes shining expectantly at him. she doesn't even know what she's waiting for . . . for him to crush it on his palm ? to throw it on the ground ? she shouldn't even wait for his reaction !! the Girl clears her throat and skips away immediately, before mister stoic man with sword bonks her on the head.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘'𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 ,        the shift of air  &  the held breath as the all goes still  (  does it fear her ,   they wonder to themselves as the jewelry chimes in electrified air  ) .   Gaze cuts across towards approaching figure ,   seemingly accustomed to the antics of the Girl ,   allowing her passage even in knowing that she could have carved her way to them no matter the choice .   She has never posed a threat to them ,   has never proven to be anything other than a Girl with wonder in her eyes ,   struck with awe at the kaleidoscope world around her .   Vergil spares her a single glance as she draws close to their side ,   a mere incline of silvery crown serving as the echo of an acknowledgement to her approach ,   before dropping down towards outstretched hand .

                             — A charm ?

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍 , 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋'𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 .        Without thinking ,   they hold an open palm out towards her ,   the trinket dropping into the center   &   sitting there for an exorbitant amount of time as she prattles on about the efficiency she's considered ,   the suggestion of decorating Yamato with it  (  preposterous  )  bringing a furrow to his brow that denotes the deepening confusion at it all .   A gift ,   she claims .   While the Devil is no stranger to the concept of gifts ,   they cannot recall the last time one was given ,   yet here she beams with pride over how thoughtful  &  clever she is to find the perfect gift for them  (  at least in her opinion  ) .

𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓 ,         winter's gaze lifting towards her before clamping shut as they find themselves unable to speak on the pointless little trinket .   Silently watching as she quickly departs the way that she came . She's worse than a whirlwind ,   they think to themself ,   looking back down at the strange little charm  (  realizing that it's mean to share some kind of resemblance with his own sword  ) .   Another second or two of stunned silence lingers in the air ,   before the hum of bees  &  the song of birds slowly filtering back into the world .   Fingers gently curl around the gift ,   taking a moment to look back at where she had disappeared to with thoughts bewildered ,   until they push it into a pocket on the inside of the coat they're wearing .

                         The Devil would eventually come to forget they had put it there .