#v. post five.

long since have they waited for peace such as this; deserving were they of such serenity. halcyon days of the past thought to have mimicked this harmony between them , but it was naught but a poor imitation of what could have been. distant were the memories of catastrophe , qliphoth roots rotting away at the edges of the city no more than a horrific anecdote.

where they find themselves now , far more peaceful a tale : two beers set before them , cold to the touch with significant condensation wrapping 'round the bodies of glass bottles , fresh as the bartended desired. a bit of laughter and retorts thrown across the table with smiles galore , an ideal date given their ... circumstances. dinners such as these never typically lasted very long , not even leon's vacations were spent how ever he wished. not without some form of interruption — — — whether they be demonic intruders or some new bio organic weaponry that dante could not comprehend , their time together was inevitably ruined. they sought this peace; this monotony married couples had already embedded in their daily routines. after much dismay and dilemmas they split them apart , even being able to sit at a table , across from each other in a bar , was miraculous. they sat there , tuck into the corner table , one so lovingly reserved for the owner's two favorite patrons 'pon dante's request. " you didn't have to do all this for me. " leon says , at last , and dante responds with just a singular smile.