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Vergil ([personal profile] antimetabole) wrote in [personal profile] pullit 2025-04-06 08:50 pm (UTC)

[As Nero takes a moment to think, Vergil finally takes a bite of the toast. It's not exactly something he would think to have as a snack, but it's certainly head and shoulders above some of the highly processed sugary snacks Dante's foisted on him a few times. Vergil's attention is drawn away from the toast back to Nero though. Confusion and surprise intermingle in Vergil's expression as it sounds just a step removed from an apology. One not asked for and wholly unnecessary. He's about to say as much when Nero's sentence fades, but Nero speaks again before Vergil can finish drawing the breath to speak.]

[Setting the toast back down on the plate, Vergil shakes his head.]


Foolish child... [The arm that once held Nero in a headlock comes to more properly wrap around Nero.] While I appreciate the sentiment behind your words, do you really think I would so much as tolerate let alone silently tolerate anything I did not wish to partake in?

[Even if Nero hasn't necessarily been witness to Vergil's more foul moods, he has seen instances of when Vergil wishes to be left alone. He does not make himself available to others and withdraws quickly. His aptitude for being curt and blunt seems to somehow increase. But in that way, Vergil is not cagey or secretive. His mood and desires are made abundantly clear, and his window of tolerance for not receiving what it is he wants is exceptionally narrow compared to usual as compromise is even less of an option.]

I will concede in that I do not share in the...volume of your uncle's or your enthusiasm, but do not mistake my quiet for dissatisfaction. [The arm around Nero raises slightly so that Vergil can thread his fingers through Nero's hair.] I like when you share things with me and how you go about sharing them.

Admittedly, it reminds me of your mother by the sheer amount and speed at which you talk once you truly get going, [he says with a quiet chuckle,] but your passion for things in life is still entirely your own. And I would not...

[He falters there, his nightmare hanging over them like a specter even if it is not what they are explicitly discussing in this exact moment. But Vergil draws another breath and brushes it aside as best he can.]

I would not want anything to take that from you.

[In that one way, Vergil is especially grateful that Nero is so different from him. Whatever parts of Nero's life that have been less than ideal, Vergil would rather any of those than to have Nero stripped of that vibrancy for life.]

So, unless you feel particularly like providing me with a newfound concern, I would suggest you start making plans for which music store you have in mind to drag me to without any sort of proper warning for in the next few days.

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