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Vergil ([personal profile] kowase) wrote2019-06-05 07:47 pm

IC INBOX - kaisou

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throwmoreswords: (cause what you've got is gold)

[personal profile] throwmoreswords 2023-08-20 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)
I wouldn't even know where to begin to attempt to locate a magical landscaper. Do you put requests into an online forum in code? What if you accidentally hire, say, a hitman, or an escort? [ the concept is delightfully absurd, and Gilgamesh entertains himself with that as Vergil goes through a sort of internal, emotional journey, something like pleasure swimming through his veins.

he hides a smile and closes his eyes, preparing to stand up, to excuse himself with some grand, inane declaration, having done what he'd come to do, and what with Vergil needing his time and space to recuperate...

... so it's strange when the man touches his arm, and Gil's not quite fast enough to hide the look of bafflement that crosses his expression at the unexpected contact. Vergil tries to give him an out, and he rolls his eyes, giving the most imperious, put-upon expression he can muster. ]


I do not make offers I do not intend to honor. You should know this of me by now. I've already had my brokers on standby, waiting for me to pass word of what property I intend to purchase--it's the least I can do, as you've metamorphosed into such a social butterfly.

I do reserve the right to wander around in a small robe, however. There'll be plenty of space for me to do so without offending your delicate sensibilities in a space like that, after all.

[ because every gift has to have some small, however playful, hook. sincerity chokes like black mud, or silt-rich water. ]
throwmoreswords: (it's gotta be love i said it)

[personal profile] throwmoreswords 2023-08-23 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
Just think; if anyone ever reneges on payment, you can send your dark, mysterious preacher and his ridiculously large gun to politely inform them as to the terms of your contract.

[ it's--hilarious, really?

he's still as Vergil touches him, permitting it without much of a fuss--letting Vergil realize just how much space he'll be coming into, how much that will enable him to grow, to spread his wings metaphysically and literally..

he smirks at the roll of the eyes, arms folding over his chest as Vergil acquiesces, and doesn't, and everything feels... all right. ]


Perhaps not a social butterfly. Perhaps some sort of agreeable moth.

[ a massive step forward. it's so odd to hear the man say that word of his own volition. ]

As you should. My presence is a present, as is my general appearance. Some people have begged me to pay me for such a privilege, you know.