Love Me: I’ll write a fluffy drabble about our characters.
"Master?" A quiet voice spoke out.
"Mm?" Dante seemed to be busy, his eyes elsewhere instead of acknowledging her presence.
"Why do you have so many flowers around you?" Ivory sounded curious, a snowy crown tilting to the right. Her small fingers grabbed the wood of the chair and pulled it out to sit in it. Before Dante answered, she interrupted him. "Can I help?" She was made to help him, whether in combat, or even folding the laundry. The other question that rose in her mind was 'who are all these for'?
Dante twisted one flower stem around another, finishing yet another flower crown. Taking a small break, he smirked and leaned his chin against the palm of his head. "You want to help me, yet you don't know what I'm doing?" Not exactly-- "I'm making flower crowns. You can help me. Don't ask me why. Here," he said, grabbing a handful of flowers and setting them in front of the gun.
Having no idea what to do, she cautiously grabbed a rose stem and took a look at it. Of course, peaking over and examining and taking note on how Dante did his crowns. Tongue poking out of her lips in concentration, she did this for the pile of flowers on the table.
There was a comfortable silence settled between the two, Ivory humming some songs she previously heard on the radio. She noticed that this was one of the few things that Dante was so set on finishing. This was a different master than what she was used to seeing. She shouldn't have doubted it to begin with.
After thirty minutes of silence and shuffled flowers, and questions (that Dante had no idea what all these different kind were called, she just settled on 'I don't fucking know'), the gun smiled widely, and picked up her crown to show Dante. "Is this is what you wanted? Do you like it?"
Seeing it in her hands, he placed his half finished craft onto the table and couldn't help but smirk; a smile melding with it. "I do. It looks nice." Oh, what other adjectives could he use that makes him sound less like a flaming homosexual?
Noticing that she did something right, and made by her own hands, she handed the crown to Dante. "I'm glad you do! This is for you." The gun stood up and gently placed it upon his head, hanging loosely off of it.
He chuckled, and resumed his work. "Yeah." This was his way of saying 'thank you'. "Why don't you make one for Ebony? I'm sure she would love one."
Suddenly looking motivated, Ivory nodded and reached forward to practically grab the rest of the flowers. And she would not only make one for Ebony, but for Chaos, too! She had hoped that they like it, just like her master did.
