#vidaluce

“Trish? What’s the occasion?” Surely she wouldn’t dress that fancy just for a silly little soiree, but... he really doesn’t know the demoness that well, does he?

Silly me I forgot! Okay, here to app in without prior reserve, Eva from Devil May Cry! App can be found under /a and my ooc contact is @_aymerics on Twitter, thanks!

❝ WATCH YOUR STEP, DARLING, ❞ he says, and that’s the only warning Eva gets before he sweeps her off her feet, holding her close to his chest as he carries her across the deep puddle left across the sidewalk in the wake of the afternoon’s rain.

❝ PLEASE... TELL ME YOU ARE NOT AN ILLUSION, ❞ Sparda says, voice quiet. Reaching forward, hesitant-- out of fear that his hand will pass right through her once more. ❝ I DON’T THINK I CAN BEAR ANOTHER. ❞

❝ EVA... ❞ He would be remiss to pass up on the chance to take her to this moon viewing festival. So he stands, a behemoth among the other fair-goers, holding her close, one clawed hand resting on her shoulder.  ❝ TWO THOUSAND YEARS, AND NO LONGER DOES THE MOON FILL ME WITH WONDER. BUT I SHALL TELL YOU WHAT DOES... SHE STANDS AT MY SIDE, FAR MORE AWESOME THAN THE WAXING AND WANING OF THE STARS SHALL EVER BE. ❞

HE  WASN’T  CONCERNED until he saw her. Strange happenings are no uncommon occurrence to him, but to see Eva here fills his heart with dread. To him, it’s merely been a matter of days since he saw her last in the comfort of their own home-- not realizing that to her, it’s been years.