Office by Alex Penny
Anonymous asked you:
32 years. How’s your relationship with your brother and his family?
He snuggled into Vergil’s side and chirped softly. When the arm was put around him, he cooed and snuggled up, yawning a little. “Uh uh but. She say she leave for me. Uh uh. In red cup thingy yes.” Vergil sounded sad and Dave looked up at him, frowning. He papped the silver haired man’s cheek and pouted. “No sad Verrgill.” Hearing that his mum would be home soon, he cawed happily and curled up.
Natalia sighed, slipping into the shop below and quickly making her way up the stairs. It had taken a little longer than she’d expected, since her sister called to be picked up from her lesson. Regardless, she slid her shoes off at the door and wandered to her bedroom, gently knocking on the wooden door before poking her head inside. “Well hey there. Glad to see that you two are getting along.” Offering a warm smile, she slid into the room and set the drugstore bag on her nightstand. “Vergil, thank you so much. You’re an absolute life saver.” Had he been more the type for physical contact, she likely would have hugged the blue devil. “Oh! And, Tobari is waiting for you downstairs. She was at a lesson, so…” Trailing off, she smiled again and turned to Dave. “Did you have fun talking to your uncle Vergil, darling?”
“I… Suppose i shall look for it,” he said, glancing around the room for a moment before Dave patted his cheek, and Vergil paled further, eyes widening as he froze. “V-Very well,” he said, managing a weak, barely half-smile. As Natalia entered again, he looked over to her and the slight smile he had quickly disappeared, replaced with his stern look once more. The weakened wall of ice behind his eyes quickly hardened into a glacier within a second. “I am… glad i could be helpful.” he said, patting Dave on the head very lightly, gently. “I see… I suppose i shall go then, i wish not to keep her waiting.” he said, standing and holding Yamato in his left hand, by the sheath. “I hope to see you again, Dave.” he said before rather quickly and swiftly leaving the room.
“Promise me work hard!” He chirped happily. When Vergil pulled his hand away, Dave shook his head and refused the apology. “No no. Me sorry. My wing got broke and me nervous yes. Sorry.” He shifted closer to Vergil and nuzzled into his uncle’s side. “Uh uh is sparkly. In cup! Mahma gave me to make tummy feel better.”
“I-I see.” he said, still feeling guilty for the slight flinch. When Dave nuzzled into his side, he froze and paled just slightly, still slightly uncomfortable with being touched. He reached down to put one arm around Dave, but did not, just out of nervousness of another flinch. He did admit though, it felt… nice to have Dave nuzzle into him. “Oh, i see… I’m afraid i wouldn’t know where to find it. Your mother’s sister might, but i don’t think she is here…” he said, sounding almost sad before looking down at Dave with the very smallest of smiles. “But i think your mother will be back soon, she will be able to get it for you.”
(Source: terminallyartistic)
He chirped softly before nodding happily. “Tank you! Me work hard yes. Promise!” He wiggled a little, excited. Vergil lay a hand carefully on his wing and the little boy stiffened slightly before fluttering it a bit. “Oh oh. Otay. I relax. No wanna get sick ‘gain. Uh uh can have the sparkly juice thingy?” He looked at Vergil, settling into the blankets and peering up at the man.
Vergil nodded. “I’m glad to hear that. I look forward to teaching you, Dave.” he said. As the boy stiffened, Vergil was reminded of how he, as well, flinched at most physical contact, and immediately pulled his hand back - Almost with a sense of urgency. “I apologize,” he muttered quickly. “Sparkly… juice thingy?” he said, a bit confused. “I’m afraid i do not follow.”
(Source: terminallyartistic)
“You teach?” He tilted his head and arched an eyebrow curiously. When he realized what Vergil meant, he chirped happily and nodded. “Yes yes! Tank you Verrgill!!” he wiggled around before fluttering his wings slightly. Dave’s a child, he trusted Vergil rather easily, after all, if mahma and dahd trusted him, he must be a good guy!
Vergil awaited an answer, prepared for both yes and no. Hearing the confusion in Dave’s voice, he looked over with a slightly perplexed expression. However, the apparently epiphany and following excitement made him smile the tiniest bit. “Of course. I am willing to teach those who are willing to learn.” Reaching over, he placed a hand lightly on one of Dave’s wings. “Be excited later, rest now.” he said, unable to help himself from a light chuckle.
(Source: terminallyartistic)
chavenavazia replied to your post: chavenavazia replied to your post: chavenavazia…
“The Life and Times of Alice, the not-so foreign in America”….yeah it has a ring to it
((Yeah… I like it. ‘Based on true events’))
Anonymous: Dear Girlfriend!
Dear girlfriend (such a disgustingly simple term),
I am thankful for each moment i spend with you. I learn something new every day that i am with you, which is something, because i know much. I’m afraid i’ve no true words to express how much you mean to me, no word i know to any degree or in any language could tell you how dear you are to me.
Thank you for being the only human who has been able to touch this devil heart which beats in my chest (Although if you remember, a devil as touched it as well, although in a much less pleasant fashion). I hope to spend many more days in your presence, and eagerly await the next moment i see you, beautiful.
Yours truly,
Vergil Sparda.
chavenavazia replied to your post: chavenavazia replied to your post: ooc; Foreigner…
more or a “what” reaction because the stupidest thing i have read
((Foreign in America would make a great TV show. Don’t ya think?))
Anonymous: Dear Son (read as brat)
((I’m afraid i do not understand the (read as brat) part ouo;;;))
Dear Son,
I am sorry. I am sorry for leaving you before you knew who your father was, or your mother. I am sorry i could not give you a home or support in this world until you would no longer accept me as your father. Despite all my failures are your father, i only wish you the best in life.
On another note, I would more than greatly appreciate if you would clean up your language, it’s barbaric at times. Also, that attitude of yours is terribly unbecoming of you. Also, take care of yourself, if you mess up your life, it’ll be on the shoulders of Dante’s offspring to carry on the line.
I shudder to imagine the results. Oh, the shame.
Your father,
Vergil Sparda.
