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[Kyrie is nothing if not patient. It's a virtue she's cultivated over the years, which has certainly made some aspects of her relationship with her partner run that much more smoothly (particularly during the early days). She watches him softly, all the while letting her fingers skim up and down his arm until she comes to rest on his hand, which she turns her attention to threading her fingers through his. She's missed holding his hand, and she vows not to take it for granted again.
Some of what Nero is saying she's managed to piece together herself. Dante and Vergil being twins is probably the least surprising thing. Vergil himself had told her that he hadn't known about Nero's existence, so she nods at that, her face soft and accepting. The name of Nero's mother is new information, and she again files away the strange coincidence of her name to her own private amusement. There is nothing funny about any of this, and she doesn't want Nero to feel she might think that.
She gives his hand a gentle squeeze.]
Perhaps... we could look for your mother when we find our way home. Even if she's no longer in the city, we might be able to find out something about her, if you wanted to.
[She lifts his hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles.]
It's somewhere to start from.
Some of what Nero is saying she's managed to piece together herself. Dante and Vergil being twins is probably the least surprising thing. Vergil himself had told her that he hadn't known about Nero's existence, so she nods at that, her face soft and accepting. The name of Nero's mother is new information, and she again files away the strange coincidence of her name to her own private amusement. There is nothing funny about any of this, and she doesn't want Nero to feel she might think that.
She gives his hand a gentle squeeze.]
Perhaps... we could look for your mother when we find our way home. Even if she's no longer in the city, we might be able to find out something about her, if you wanted to.
[She lifts his hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles.]
It's somewhere to start from.
[He swallows and tightens his fingers around hers. The suggestion hits him like a punch in the chest.]
I do want to. I don't know what we'd find after all this time, but... Dad gave me some pictures of her. Somebody had to know what happened to her and... Anything would be nice to know.
[He doesn't want to get hung up on that, though. If he's honest with himself, the subject of his mother still feels very raw and painful. Nero isn't sure how he can possibly deal with that, though, or how he's supposed to process any of it when she's such a big question mark.]
Anyway. So... that's why I have powers. And why Sanctus captured us. And why Dante gave me the Yamato. Because he's my uncle, and Vergil's my dad, and... I'm Sparda's grandson.
I do want to. I don't know what we'd find after all this time, but... Dad gave me some pictures of her. Somebody had to know what happened to her and... Anything would be nice to know.
[He doesn't want to get hung up on that, though. If he's honest with himself, the subject of his mother still feels very raw and painful. Nero isn't sure how he can possibly deal with that, though, or how he's supposed to process any of it when she's such a big question mark.]
Anyway. So... that's why I have powers. And why Sanctus captured us. And why Dante gave me the Yamato. Because he's my uncle, and Vergil's my dad, and... I'm Sparda's grandson.
[Vergil says nothing to the bit of attitude that's returned to him. He'd rather Nero's irritation over his anxiety even if it means tolerating a bit of lip from him.]
That may be for the best, [he reluctantly agrees at little more than a mutter. Vergil glances away from Nero with a furrow in his brow, more frustrated than anything. He doesn't know what this is, but he knows that he's of no use or in a position to properly train Nero right now if he's that easily knocked aside. Vergil takes one last drink from the water bottle before passing it back to Nero.] Gather your things, child, and we will resume this another time.
[Once Nero has taken the water bottle from him, Vergil works on getting back to his feet. He manages without stirring up a threat of heaving (dry or otherwise) again and the motion is generally fluid as it ought to be, but there is a moment where he must subtly protect his balance by shifting a foot back once he's fully upright. It's not as disorienting as earlier at least and he only blinks once or twice with a mildly unfocused gaze before his attention is on Yamato.]
[...Which is down there...]
[...On the ground...]
[...]
[This is becoming tedious, Vergil decides with the furrow in his brow deepening further.]
That may be for the best, [he reluctantly agrees at little more than a mutter. Vergil glances away from Nero with a furrow in his brow, more frustrated than anything. He doesn't know what this is, but he knows that he's of no use or in a position to properly train Nero right now if he's that easily knocked aside. Vergil takes one last drink from the water bottle before passing it back to Nero.] Gather your things, child, and we will resume this another time.
[Once Nero has taken the water bottle from him, Vergil works on getting back to his feet. He manages without stirring up a threat of heaving (dry or otherwise) again and the motion is generally fluid as it ought to be, but there is a moment where he must subtly protect his balance by shifting a foot back once he's fully upright. It's not as disorienting as earlier at least and he only blinks once or twice with a mildly unfocused gaze before his attention is on Yamato.]
[...Which is down there...]
[...On the ground...]
[...]
[This is becoming tedious, Vergil decides with the furrow in his brow deepening further.]
[Tempting as it is, he does not say "so I won, then?" Knowing Vergil that'll just piss him off, and he's already inordinately upset about this little... puking spell he's suffering from. (That's how you know the guy's actually not feeling well, he agreed to quit fighting without the slightest bit of cajoling.)
Nero recovers his backpack from where it's thrown off to the side, putting his water bottle away. He doesn't even need the pain meds or bandages today. Hell yeah, progress! He puts the strap over the opposite shoulder from Red Queen and makes his way back to Vergil, oblivious to his troubles.]
Okay. Let's go.
[You gonna... grab your sword there, Pops?]
Nero recovers his backpack from where it's thrown off to the side, putting his water bottle away. He doesn't even need the pain meds or bandages today. Hell yeah, progress! He puts the strap over the opposite shoulder from Red Queen and makes his way back to Vergil, oblivious to his troubles.]
Okay. Let's go.
[You gonna... grab your sword there, Pops?]
[Give him a second! Don't rush him! Youths these days...]
[It would have been Vergil's preference that Nero was still busy with his bag. It was one thing to mask his unsteadiness getting back to his feet alone, but now there's the chance for scrutiny on his way down and up. Vergil supposes he could complain of his stomach still aching enough that he doesn't want to chance bending over and jostling what remains of the contents any further, but he rules it out immediately as an incredibly flimsy excuse. One that may also lead Nero back into being concerned about him and completely defeat the purpose of providing an excuse to avoid bending down to collect his blade.]
[There really is no way around this.]
[Never in Vergil's life has he been so concentrated on how exactly he bends down to pick something up off the ground. He stares at the Yamato, trying as best he can to block out any perceived motion that comes along with bending down for it. He bends at the waist, trying to find the compromise between what would be a natural bend and what he feels comfortable, letting the bend in his knees lower him the remainder of the way. Vergil keeps his breathing even, drawing his attention to that as he gets his hand around Yamato before bringing himself back upright. And he manages to do alright with that as well. There's no sway or wobble. No real hesitation that would belie how much everything is spinning.]
[Until he takes the turn to walk and leave a little too quickly, that is. Vergil cannot help the drifting feeling that comes with that or the way he automatically and quickly has to catch himself to keep from tipping too far that he's in danger of falling.]
[...Damn.]
[To Vergil's credit, he does not freeze even as he becomes distinctly aware that there's absolutely no way that Nero would have missed that slight stumble. He simply begins walking forward, stubbornly denying the existence of aforementioned stumble by drawing no further attention to it.]
We may have lunch once we arrive home if you do not mind it a little early today.
[It would have been Vergil's preference that Nero was still busy with his bag. It was one thing to mask his unsteadiness getting back to his feet alone, but now there's the chance for scrutiny on his way down and up. Vergil supposes he could complain of his stomach still aching enough that he doesn't want to chance bending over and jostling what remains of the contents any further, but he rules it out immediately as an incredibly flimsy excuse. One that may also lead Nero back into being concerned about him and completely defeat the purpose of providing an excuse to avoid bending down to collect his blade.]
[There really is no way around this.]
[Never in Vergil's life has he been so concentrated on how exactly he bends down to pick something up off the ground. He stares at the Yamato, trying as best he can to block out any perceived motion that comes along with bending down for it. He bends at the waist, trying to find the compromise between what would be a natural bend and what he feels comfortable, letting the bend in his knees lower him the remainder of the way. Vergil keeps his breathing even, drawing his attention to that as he gets his hand around Yamato before bringing himself back upright. And he manages to do alright with that as well. There's no sway or wobble. No real hesitation that would belie how much everything is spinning.]
[Until he takes the turn to walk and leave a little too quickly, that is. Vergil cannot help the drifting feeling that comes with that or the way he automatically and quickly has to catch himself to keep from tipping too far that he's in danger of falling.]
[...Damn.]
[To Vergil's credit, he does not freeze even as he becomes distinctly aware that there's absolutely no way that Nero would have missed that slight stumble. He simply begins walking forward, stubbornly denying the existence of aforementioned stumble by drawing no further attention to it.]
We may have lunch once we arrive home if you do not mind it a little early today.
[O...kay...
Nero doesn't think much of the invisible production that goes into Vergil picking something up from the ground, nor does he notice. He does see the stumble though, and steps up to walk alongside his father with a familiar crease of his brow. Suspicion. Also worry, Vergil, tough shit!]
I don't. But you sure you're ready for food? I always feel bleh for a while after I blow chunks.
[Are you feeling okay, old man...?]
Nero doesn't think much of the invisible production that goes into Vergil picking something up from the ground, nor does he notice. He does see the stumble though, and steps up to walk alongside his father with a familiar crease of his brow. Suspicion. Also worry, Vergil, tough shit!]
I don't. But you sure you're ready for food? I always feel bleh for a while after I blow chunks.
[Are you feeling okay, old man...?]
[Vergil knows that look on his son's face, but before he can concern himself with it too much, Nero goes and says the phrase "blow chunks." He wrinkles his nose in obvious disapproval.]
Must you phrase it like that?
[He shakes his head a little before looking ahead.]
Must you phrase it like that?
[He shakes his head a little before looking ahead.]
[Nero only gets about two phrases deep because he's getting that disapproving look from Vergil again. He half-expects Nero to continue beyond what examples he provides, or at least threaten to do so, but he circles back around to Vergil's well-being again instead.]
After hearing all of that? No. I don't believe I am, [he says, dryly before giving a... Well, calling it a more honest answer seems dishonest when it's not the truth. But it's not another comment about Nero's vocabulary at least.] I told you I'm fine, Nero. It was just a moment of dizziness and nausea. It's passed.
After hearing all of that? No. I don't believe I am, [he says, dryly before giving a... Well, calling it a more honest answer seems dishonest when it's not the truth. But it's not another comment about Nero's vocabulary at least.] I told you I'm fine, Nero. It was just a moment of dizziness and nausea. It's passed.
[That disapproving look... man. He loves it so much. Applied to something pointlessly low-stakes like this? Absolutely worth it. Nero looks wickedly pleased with himself for a moment before, yes, we're back on the subject of Vergil's health.]
It's passed, you say, but you still look wobbly.
[He makes no accusations... just an observation.]
Maybe you better take it easy when we get home. Kyrie and I can cook dinner.
It's passed, you say, but you still look wobbly.
[He makes no accusations... just an observation.]
Maybe you better take it easy when we get home. Kyrie and I can cook dinner.
[His glance at Nero is a narrowed one when he's accused of looking "wobbly." Whatever the hell that is meant to mean. There is a degree to which there's palatable tension radiating off Vergil now.]
I am not wobbly, [he says, snapping a little in the process. If Nero were still under the impression that Vergil hadn't taken it as an accusation, that likely clarified that for him easily enough.] I know how to manage myself and am capable of determining what it is I need without your unnecessary input.
Now, for the last time, I am fine. You may end your prodding and questioning.
I am not wobbly, [he says, snapping a little in the process. If Nero were still under the impression that Vergil hadn't taken it as an accusation, that likely clarified that for him easily enough.] I know how to manage myself and am capable of determining what it is I need without your unnecessary input.
Now, for the last time, I am fine. You may end your prodding and questioning.
[The shitty attitude gets first wide eyes, then an outright glare from Nero.]
Excuse the fuck out of me, old man.
[But alas Vergil, for he is not dissuaded.]
If I was the one throwing up and stumbling, you'd be all over me trying to make sure I'm okay. I'm gonna do the same for you whether you like it or not.
Excuse the fuck out of me, old man.
[But alas Vergil, for he is not dissuaded.]
If I was the one throwing up and stumbling, you'd be all over me trying to make sure I'm okay. I'm gonna do the same for you whether you like it or not.
[Vergil comes to a stop then.]
I would do that because that is part of my responsibilities as your father, Nero. You heal and recover very nearly the same as a human would. Illness and injury pose a greater threat to you, and I could not possibly sit idly by while you are clearly suffering.
[And it may be tempting to throw that back at Vergil as the argument for issuing such concerns now, but he's quick to cut that off at the pass.]
I appreciate that you care, but unless you happen to find me on death's door again somehow, there is little reason to exercise such concern.
[Throwing up and being a little dizzy are hardly anything compared to what Vergil has survived through in the past, and absolutely do no merit alarm in his opinion. He's not at some great risk and he is not suffering. There's simply no need for such an overreaction from Nero.]
I would do that because that is part of my responsibilities as your father, Nero. You heal and recover very nearly the same as a human would. Illness and injury pose a greater threat to you, and I could not possibly sit idly by while you are clearly suffering.
[And it may be tempting to throw that back at Vergil as the argument for issuing such concerns now, but he's quick to cut that off at the pass.]
I appreciate that you care, but unless you happen to find me on death's door again somehow, there is little reason to exercise such concern.
[Throwing up and being a little dizzy are hardly anything compared to what Vergil has survived through in the past, and absolutely do no merit alarm in his opinion. He's not at some great risk and he is not suffering. There's simply no need for such an overreaction from Nero.]
[Nero stops as well, pivoting to face him with a that glower out in full force. He folds his arms and looks very skeptical as Vergil tries to argue with him.
All this because the guy can't cop to having a little vertigo...]
I'm not a little kid. We're both adults. I get to look after you the same as you'd look after me.
[And FURTHERMORE...]
Why? What "little reason?" Do you guys not get sick or something?
All this because the guy can't cop to having a little vertigo...]
I'm not a little kid. We're both adults. I get to look after you the same as you'd look after me.
[And FURTHERMORE...]
Why? What "little reason?" Do you guys not get sick or something?
[Not a little kid, but who is petulantly glaring with his arms folded right now? Vergil bites his tongue, however, knowing better than to point that out regardless of how...aggravating he's finding all of this. It's beside the point that he doesn't find the intensity of Nero's reciprocation of concern to be appropriate.]
I cannot speak for your uncle. I only know that the last time I can recall being ill was before my mother died, and I've little memory of it.
[It's not likely that Nero would exist if he had been prone to illness after that, but that is a fact he keeps to himself.]
Severe and significant injury has only ever posed a threat to my physical well-being for nearly forty years. And while I will concede that you struck well today, you haven't the power to do that much harm to me in a single strike as of yet. So, there is no reason to be worried.
I cannot speak for your uncle. I only know that the last time I can recall being ill was before my mother died, and I've little memory of it.
[It's not likely that Nero would exist if he had been prone to illness after that, but that is a fact he keeps to himself.]
Severe and significant injury has only ever posed a threat to my physical well-being for nearly forty years. And while I will concede that you struck well today, you haven't the power to do that much harm to me in a single strike as of yet. So, there is no reason to be worried.
Oh, the hell I don't...
[But that is certainly not the point of contention here, not really. Not the one he's going to let Vergil wriggle out of the discussion with. Yes, he does notice how he tries to do that from time to time.
But at the same time, he's not going to sit here and argue with him about whether or not he's feeling okay. If it's such a big damn deal he'll take Vergil's word for it.
So after a long, suspicious glare, Nero rolls his eyes and turns around to keep walking.]
Fine. Whatever you say. But don't get your panties in a twist over an honest question.
[One more Look back over his shoulder for good measure.] I'll worry about you if I damn well want to.
[But that is certainly not the point of contention here, not really. Not the one he's going to let Vergil wriggle out of the discussion with. Yes, he does notice how he tries to do that from time to time.
But at the same time, he's not going to sit here and argue with him about whether or not he's feeling okay. If it's such a big damn deal he'll take Vergil's word for it.
So after a long, suspicious glare, Nero rolls his eyes and turns around to keep walking.]
Fine. Whatever you say. But don't get your panties in a twist over an honest question.
[One more Look back over his shoulder for good measure.] I'll worry about you if I damn well want to.
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[Stubborn as the day is long... As if he needed evidence of their familial connection. Vergil folds his arms and remains there a moment longer, rolling his own eyes with the slightest shake of his head before following after Nero. Vergil stays silently a few paces behind. His silence is not likely particularly companionable right now, but it's not icy either. It simply is with Vergil opting not to push past the abrupt lull in their discussion with his health no longer being an available topic. Vergil doesn't find it comfortable to have Nero tell him to essentially accept that he's going to worry, but he isn't continuing to doubt Vergil and badger him with repeated questioning about how he feels. The sleeping dog can be left to lay there.]
[And a good thing, too. It's questionable he would have been able to walk and talk at any great length for long. Vergil unfolds his arms after a bit of walking, opening his chest up a bit as the air he inhales feels a little...thinner somehow. It does very little to alleviate the sensation. Even with as leisurely as their pace ultimately is, Vergil starts to feel increasingly winded. Vergil finds himself wanting to slow down, but he utterly refuses and keeps the same pace he has been. It's not long after that he begins to cough. It's not the retching coughs that came earlier, but a much drier cough.]
[And a good thing, too. It's questionable he would have been able to walk and talk at any great length for long. Vergil unfolds his arms after a bit of walking, opening his chest up a bit as the air he inhales feels a little...thinner somehow. It does very little to alleviate the sensation. Even with as leisurely as their pace ultimately is, Vergil starts to feel increasingly winded. Vergil finds himself wanting to slow down, but he utterly refuses and keeps the same pace he has been. It's not long after that he begins to cough. It's not the retching coughs that came earlier, but a much drier cough.]
That's pretty amazing that he still has pictures after all this time. We could ask around, see if anyone recognizes her. I know the archives were pretty badly damaged after the demon attacks, but maybe there's something left on the city census; you might even have more family out there.
[She looks up at him and reels it in, seeing the worry lines etch his brow. Very gently, she reaches up and strokes his cheek, brushes her thumb over his lips. The known quantity in his heritage is impressive enough, if not a little daunting. She lets a playful smile creep onto her face at that.]
You know... if this had got out when the Order was still at its height, you would have been idolized and I'd probably have been excommunicated.
[She looks up at him and reels it in, seeing the worry lines etch his brow. Very gently, she reaches up and strokes his cheek, brushes her thumb over his lips. The known quantity in his heritage is impressive enough, if not a little daunting. She lets a playful smile creep onto her face at that.]
You know... if this had got out when the Order was still at its height, you would have been idolized and I'd probably have been excommunicated.
[He never even considered the possibility of other family. It's hard to know what to think about that in the moment. Sort of a mix of hopeful longing and resentment. If his mother's family was out there somewhere, why did he end up left on the orphanage steps all alone?
But there's really no sense in getting worked up over a "what if," so he takes a breath and lets Kyrie's fingers soothe away the grump and furrow on his face.]
Yeah, if by "idolized" you mean thrown in a cage... [And he doesn't even WANT to think about what they'd have done to Kyrie in that case. He shakes it off and bites his lower lip.]
Does it weird you out? Sparda wasn't a god, but... you know. It's kind of weird, right?
But there's really no sense in getting worked up over a "what if," so he takes a breath and lets Kyrie's fingers soothe away the grump and furrow on his face.]
Yeah, if by "idolized" you mean thrown in a cage... [And he doesn't even WANT to think about what they'd have done to Kyrie in that case. He shakes it off and bites his lower lip.]
Does it weird you out? Sparda wasn't a god, but... you know. It's kind of weird, right?
[Feral cat, Nero reminds himself. Feral cat. Even if it's annoying as fuck when he takes basic concern for his well-being as an attack. And his continued implication that Vergil The Father is the Carer and Nero The Son is the Cared For and that anything else is lunacy.
But you know, maybe he is being a little overbearing... he'd hate it too if he randomly puked and he had Vergil hovering all over him. Though he's hardly hovering, asking if he's okay twice and saying he maybe ought to rest when they go home... like what, does he got a hot date tonight? Gonna go swordfight with Mizu some more? Mizu will probably be delighted he's under the weather if it means he can get a few good stabs in. God damn, is this family fucking weird.
Vergil is slowing down behind him, so Nero does too. Then he hears the cough. Stops. Turns around. And gives Vergil this absolutely withering look of concern in lieu of asking if he's okay.]
But you know, maybe he is being a little overbearing... he'd hate it too if he randomly puked and he had Vergil hovering all over him. Though he's hardly hovering, asking if he's okay twice and saying he maybe ought to rest when they go home... like what, does he got a hot date tonight? Gonna go swordfight with Mizu some more? Mizu will probably be delighted he's under the weather if it means he can get a few good stabs in. God damn, is this family fucking weird.
Vergil is slowing down behind him, so Nero does too. Then he hears the cough. Stops. Turns around. And gives Vergil this absolutely withering look of concern in lieu of asking if he's okay.]
[Kyrie knows that the Order were a cult, that they did terrible things and harmed hundreds of innocent people to pursue their goals. She knows all this, she still has nightmares about the things they did to her and Nero, but deep down, she still struggles to let go of some of the mythology. Maybe, once, the Order had been better, maybe it had rotted over the centuries into what it degraded to. She still believes in Sparda, that he was a great and powerful entity who humanity owes a great debt to. Even now, looking at Nero, it's surreal to know that he's a part of that myth, that legacy. But if anyone was going to be...
She shakes her head and murmurs her dissent.]
I mean, it was a shock when your father told me who he was and when I realized what it meant. But no, it doesn't weird me out. It might have done... but now I know that he was more than some 'god', he was more than that.
[She nestles in against his side and rests her free hand on his stomach.]
And so are you.
She shakes her head and murmurs her dissent.]
I mean, it was a shock when your father told me who he was and when I realized what it meant. But no, it doesn't weird me out. It might have done... but now I know that he was more than some 'god', he was more than that.
[She nestles in against his side and rests her free hand on his stomach.]
And so are you.
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[For the first time in the conversation, Nero looks at least a little more at ease. He lets out a breath and cracks a vague smile, leaning forward to bump her forehead with his.]
Good. 'Cuz my gramps might be a legendary demon knight, but I'm still just Nero. I promise.
[Like yeah... so many demons over the years used to sneer at him and call him "Sparda's kin" and "blood of Sparda" and all that shit. He always knew it was a connection somehow. But it feels a lot more real knowing exactly how close to Sparda he is. Even with what he knows about Sparda as a person and not a figure of legend, there's a kind of disconnect in his head at the very idea.
Like... imagine going to Grandpa's house for the holidays, and it's Sparda. Fucking wild.
Anyway. Now that that's covered... time to wade into some murkier territory.]
So... what do you think of Vergil? You guys seemed to be getting along okay.
Good. 'Cuz my gramps might be a legendary demon knight, but I'm still just Nero. I promise.
[Like yeah... so many demons over the years used to sneer at him and call him "Sparda's kin" and "blood of Sparda" and all that shit. He always knew it was a connection somehow. But it feels a lot more real knowing exactly how close to Sparda he is. Even with what he knows about Sparda as a person and not a figure of legend, there's a kind of disconnect in his head at the very idea.
Like... imagine going to Grandpa's house for the holidays, and it's Sparda. Fucking wild.
Anyway. Now that that's covered... time to wade into some murkier territory.]
So... what do you think of Vergil? You guys seemed to be getting along okay.
[Kyrie nudges back against his forehead, huffing a light puff of laughter through her nose.]
You've never been 'just Nero' to me, you know that. You're just my legendary, slightly Dark Knight Nero now.
[She pats his stomach cheerfully, indicating that she's teasing him to put him at ease.
Mostly.
It's very strange to think that he is a direct descendant of someone she worshipped as a god and it might take some adjusting to, but having got to know Dante over the years and recognized the all too present humanity in him, he's not quite so intimidating.
Vergil, on the other hand...]
I like him. He's very different from his brother, if they didn't look so alike I'd find it hard to believe they're related.
[She pushes herself up to look at him, smiling fondly.]
But you know, it's not so hard to see the resemblance between you two if you look carefully enough.
You've never been 'just Nero' to me, you know that. You're just my legendary, slightly Dark Knight Nero now.
[She pats his stomach cheerfully, indicating that she's teasing him to put him at ease.
Mostly.
It's very strange to think that he is a direct descendant of someone she worshipped as a god and it might take some adjusting to, but having got to know Dante over the years and recognized the all too present humanity in him, he's not quite so intimidating.
Vergil, on the other hand...]
I like him. He's very different from his brother, if they didn't look so alike I'd find it hard to believe they're related.
[She pushes herself up to look at him, smiling fondly.]
But you know, it's not so hard to see the resemblance between you two if you look carefully enough.
Dark Knight Nero... I like the sound of that.
[Well. You've seen his screenname, obviously he does. He chuckles and eases into a more comfortable position on the bed, letting Kyrie flop and snuggle however she pleases once he's settled on his back.
Nero can't help but smile a little wider when she points out how much he and Vergil look alike.]
Yeah. I had a hard time believing it myself... hard to think he's my dad too, except it's like looking in a mirror sometimes.
[He's going to have to get into this somehow. Slowly. Carefully. So he takes a breath and wets his lips.]
He, uh. He's had a really rough life. I don't know all the details but he was... gone for a long time. I think in the Underworld. He's kind of prickly and sometimes he's like a feral cat. Hissy and nervous and poorly socialized?
[A soft, good-natured laugh.]
He's been trying really hard though. Trying to be a better person and a father. He's changed a lot. I wouldn't be calling him "Dad" if he hadn't earned it from me.
[Well. You've seen his screenname, obviously he does. He chuckles and eases into a more comfortable position on the bed, letting Kyrie flop and snuggle however she pleases once he's settled on his back.
Nero can't help but smile a little wider when she points out how much he and Vergil look alike.]
Yeah. I had a hard time believing it myself... hard to think he's my dad too, except it's like looking in a mirror sometimes.
[He's going to have to get into this somehow. Slowly. Carefully. So he takes a breath and wets his lips.]
He, uh. He's had a really rough life. I don't know all the details but he was... gone for a long time. I think in the Underworld. He's kind of prickly and sometimes he's like a feral cat. Hissy and nervous and poorly socialized?
[A soft, good-natured laugh.]
He's been trying really hard though. Trying to be a better person and a father. He's changed a lot. I wouldn't be calling him "Dad" if he hadn't earned it from me.
Nero! You can't say things like that about your father!
[Kyrie laughs but she's also slightly scandalised. She can't imagine getting the nerve to call Vergil something like a hissy, poorly socialized cat. He comes across as so stern and severe, she can't imagine what it would be like to actually anger him.
But... Nero trashtalks people he likes. Not her, never her, but Nico? Dante? Constantly. It makes her laugh.]
I'm looking forward to getting to know him better, hopefully somewhere a bit warmer. He was so kind to me when he found me, I need to find a way to repay him for everything. Do you think I should cook him a special dinner to thank him?
[She adjusts herself so she can sprawl over him, snuggling into his body heat and the warmth of his hoodie.]
I'm so glad you've found him, I can see how much he means to you. I just wish I'd been here with you while it happened.
[Kyrie laughs but she's also slightly scandalised. She can't imagine getting the nerve to call Vergil something like a hissy, poorly socialized cat. He comes across as so stern and severe, she can't imagine what it would be like to actually anger him.
But... Nero trashtalks people he likes. Not her, never her, but Nico? Dante? Constantly. It makes her laugh.]
I'm looking forward to getting to know him better, hopefully somewhere a bit warmer. He was so kind to me when he found me, I need to find a way to repay him for everything. Do you think I should cook him a special dinner to thank him?
[She adjusts herself so she can sprawl over him, snuggling into his body heat and the warmth of his hoodie.]
I'm so glad you've found him, I can see how much he means to you. I just wish I'd been here with you while it happened.
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