One thing that can be said about the human condition--one that I failed to see, due to my desire to completely discard that half of myself, apparently--is that we are never too old to keep learning things. One supposes.
Demons and Devils become cocky because they are confident in their power and cannot comprehend those who get stronger in the face of adversity.
[ he drags a thumb between his eyebrows--he can feel a headache trying to form, but due to his devil's blood, it will never truly settle; staying on the edge of his mind. ]
...This is not getting me drunk quickly enough. To think I used to drink half this and be done.
[ dante laughs, reaching over to purposefully mess with vergil's hair. a distraction from the subject, from the pit they are dangerously teetering on. what's done is done after all, and they can't do much about it all now with the hindsight they now have. ]
Yeah, I know. It was a real pain in the ass trying to get drunk in the early days, what money I had left after Lady bleed me dry usually went into enough booze to kill a man. Even then the buzz never really lasted long enough.
[ there's a part of him that just wants to lie face-down on his desk, but. Showing weakness in front of dante? He couldn't do it. He has to steel his jaw and seem to be flawless--it was like an instinct, to never lower his head if he can help it. Showing he was stressed more than he already had? impossible.
He evens his gaze at dante. Wondering if he could will the other to leave so he can turn the lights off and just be alone with his new memories, new thoughts for a while.
He's used to being alone. ]
Perhaps it is for the best, and for the necessary health of beings like us that it does not effect us as much as it could.
Else I fear we may one day put ourselves into true danger.
[ he doesn't have to do much in truth. maybe it is because of their old age, or the fact that their twins, but he's found that he can read Vergil like a book these days. as such, he can see the way his brother's expression twitches, how stubbornly he holds onto the illusion of calm out of that stubborn instinct never to show weakness.
there is a part of Dante that wishes he would, that he would let that final barrier down instead of forcing Dante to break it down himself. but Vergil is Vergil and things are never easy with him. so he just smiles and finishes the last of his drink, placing the empty glass down on the desk and slips off it. ]
I don't need enough drink to kill God to do that, Verg.
[ he's been doing it for the last thirty years of his life. even with his brother back, even with some semblance of a family he's always longed for, some habits are impossible to break. ]
I've got some stuff I gotta do, I'll be back in a couple of hours. [ Dante rests his hand on Vergil's shoulder and squeezes. ] Call or text me if you need me, okay? I'll always come running.
[ with that Dante walks around the desk to the door, pausing only briefly to flick the room's main light switch off before leaving. closing the door behind him as he goes.
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Demons and Devils become cocky because they are confident in their power and cannot comprehend those who get stronger in the face of adversity.
[ he drags a thumb between his eyebrows--he can feel a headache trying to form, but due to his devil's blood, it will never truly settle; staying on the edge of his mind. ]
...This is not getting me drunk quickly enough. To think I used to drink half this and be done.
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[ dante laughs, reaching over to purposefully mess with vergil's hair. a distraction from the subject, from the pit they are dangerously teetering on. what's done is done after all, and they can't do much about it all now with the hindsight they now have. ]
Yeah, I know. It was a real pain in the ass trying to get drunk in the early days, what money I had left after Lady bleed me dry usually went into enough booze to kill a man. Even then the buzz never really lasted long enough.
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He evens his gaze at dante. Wondering if he could will the other to leave so he can turn the lights off and just be alone with his new memories, new thoughts for a while.
He's used to being alone. ]
Perhaps it is for the best, and for the necessary health of beings like us that it does not effect us as much as it could.
Else I fear we may one day put ourselves into true danger.
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there is a part of Dante that wishes he would, that he would let that final barrier down instead of forcing Dante to break it down himself. but Vergil is Vergil and things are never easy with him. so he just smiles and finishes the last of his drink, placing the empty glass down on the desk and slips off it. ]
I don't need enough drink to kill God to do that, Verg.
[ he's been doing it for the last thirty years of his life. even with his brother back, even with some semblance of a family he's always longed for, some habits are impossible to break. ]
I've got some stuff I gotta do, I'll be back in a couple of hours. [ Dante rests his hand on Vergil's shoulder and squeezes. ] Call or text me if you need me, okay? I'll always come running.
[ with that Dante walks around the desk to the door, pausing only briefly to flick the room's main light switch off before leaving. closing the door behind him as he goes.
one step at a time. ]