[At the foot of Nero's bed are two relatively small boxes wrapped, one with blue ribbon and the other with red. Only one of them has a tag with a simple Merry Christmas in Vergil's hand. He didn't bother signing it. Even if Nero doesn't recognize the handwriting by now, or if he doesn't make any sort of assumptions about the gift-giver based on how neatly and precisely they're wrapped, the contents will assuredly give away the sender.]
[The package with a blue ribbon contains a framed photo of a much younger Vergil. There isn't much to make out from the background behind that he's clearly outside, and seated beneath a tree. His expression isn't nearly as stern or serious as Nero is likely accustomed to by now. There's no frown on his lips or furrow in his brow. Instead, there seems to be a faint smile on his expression even if there's a small degree of uncertainty. Why he's smiling at all is because Vergil is not alone in the photograph. Besides him, or more accurately leaning firmly into his personal space as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do, is a young woman with long auburn hair. Her honey brown eyes are bright with a playful look to them, lips curved and parted in a giggle now frozen in time in the photograph she took of the two of them. She looks at the camera while Vergil looks at her. Nero won't necessarily recognize her despite the faint traces of her features in his own countenance, but he'll recognize her garb as being that of the Order's even with the hood pulled down. With enough of those context clues, it should become apparent: it's a picture of his father and his mother.]
[And it's not the only photograph of her Nero receives this Christmas. The thinner of the packages, the one with red ribbon, contains a small photobook where Vergil has arranged more photos of her. There's no particular order to them. Some of them, she's clearly aware they're being taken. She poses in silly or dramatic poses and expressions, playfully sticking her tongue in some of them. Others, she clearly takes a little more seriously, particularly if it's a group photo or it's very clearly involving a service. A few are candid shots though, buried in a book and paying absolutely no mind to whoever is snapping the photo or simply going about her day. There are even a couple more with Vergil, vaguely awkward about having his picture taken or perhaps perplexed by Beatrice's attention, but so clearly enamored with her even if he's trying to hide it.]
[There aren't many photographs on the whole, and it's only a small, small segment of her life that they come from. But Vergil hopes that beyond giving Nero an image of her they are enough to show him by more than just Vergil's words alone how spirited and vivacious she had been.]
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[The package with a blue ribbon contains a framed photo of a much younger Vergil. There isn't much to make out from the background behind that he's clearly outside, and seated beneath a tree. His expression isn't nearly as stern or serious as Nero is likely accustomed to by now. There's no frown on his lips or furrow in his brow. Instead, there seems to be a faint smile on his expression even if there's a small degree of uncertainty. Why he's smiling at all is because Vergil is not alone in the photograph. Besides him, or more accurately leaning firmly into his personal space as though it were the most natural thing in the world to do, is a young woman with long auburn hair. Her honey brown eyes are bright with a playful look to them, lips curved and parted in a giggle now frozen in time in the photograph she took of the two of them. She looks at the camera while Vergil looks at her. Nero won't necessarily recognize her despite the faint traces of her features in his own countenance, but he'll recognize her garb as being that of the Order's even with the hood pulled down. With enough of those context clues, it should become apparent: it's a picture of his father and his mother.]
[And it's not the only photograph of her Nero receives this Christmas. The thinner of the packages, the one with red ribbon, contains a small photobook where Vergil has arranged more photos of her. There's no particular order to them. Some of them, she's clearly aware they're being taken. She poses in silly or dramatic poses and expressions, playfully sticking her tongue in some of them. Others, she clearly takes a little more seriously, particularly if it's a group photo or it's very clearly involving a service. A few are candid shots though, buried in a book and paying absolutely no mind to whoever is snapping the photo or simply going about her day. There are even a couple more with Vergil, vaguely awkward about having his picture taken or perhaps perplexed by Beatrice's attention, but so clearly enamored with her even if he's trying to hide it.]
[There aren't many photographs on the whole, and it's only a small, small segment of her life that they come from. But Vergil hopes that beyond giving Nero an image of her they are enough to show him by more than just Vergil's words alone how spirited and vivacious she had been.]