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Things are changing so quickly… - @tyrantborne
           Siiiiiigh.
   Rose could do nothing else but mope around the mansion and wrap herself in a world of nostalgia; entertaining memories of the past of her family together and happy as they used to be. What had become of her? Once a ruthless killer turned into a soft-hearted mother, whimpering for a purpose to those close to her and yet they all were moving on, the only one among them that seemed okay with all this change was Vergil. Then again, even though she’d known him for quite a while she was often lost on his subtly… was he not also sad their daughters were growing? That their son was far more hostile and left for hours or days on end to help the man who nearly murdered them both? Was she a horrible mother that had soiled their line?Â
   Nestled on a lush, blue chair in the main family room, the Matriarch was flipping through an old photo album, running her finger along picture after picture, admiring the good and bad times that she had wanted to capture: everything was precious. Her meandering hand eventually turned the book all the way back to the beginning, catching a few photos of when it was just Vergil and herself before the kids were born, adventuring through Hell and above, fighting and vacationing places. Unconsciously her face turned a soft red the longer her eyes lingered on her husband, heart picking up in pace whilst studying the details of his face and then his outfit – “ that was so beautiful, ” came her melodic crooning, “ .. maybe we can go back there. ”
      “ I think I need a goddamn hobby. ”
   a faint sigh would pass between parted lips, ivory gloves coming to rest atop the back of the furniture ; his tall form craning over, ever so subtly, to peer at the bundle of memories held within rose’s clutch. ah. the memories were still fresh, and fond, even though they were from so long ago -- he’d offer a small, knowing smirk, before clearing his throat, silently, to draw attention. “ dwell upon the past for too long and you’ll lose sight of the present, you know? “ pulling back, he’d allow his legs to guide him around to the other side, settling against the arm of the chair with one leg crossed over the other. “ you look sad. is something bothering you? “ he’d normally have chalked it up to the absence of their son -- one who’d grown so fond of his brother, dante. but it seemed different this time around.
   “ i say that’s enough work for the day, on my end how about we do something? the night is yet young, and there’s plenty to do. “ a lithe finger would tap against his cheek, faintly, brow quirked as he mulled over the sheer possibilities. hunting demons, a night on the town -- it’d been quite some time since they’d gone on a date, in fact, however... “ i know. it’s been months since i’ve heard you sing anything. how about we find you a venue to work your magic? “ a wonderful, relaxing idea if he’d ever heard one. and one that practically ensured they wouldn’t have to deal with dante, or kat. his nose would wrinkle in distaste at the thought of them alone. vergil didn’t hate his brother, but he certainly didn’t harbor the same love for him, either.
