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Vergil's heart game r2
You feel weak, your body won't move no matter how you try, and you are falling, away from everything you know and love. Away from everything you need to accomplish. If you could just reach out, maybe you could hold on to it, claw your way back. But it's a useless endeavour, you fall unconscious, and your mind goes blank except for poetry and a familiar voice.
O mother Enitharmon, wilt thou bring forth other sons?
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
To cause my name to vanish, that my place may not be found,
For I am faint with travail,
Like the dark cloud disburden'd in the day of dismal thunder.
My roots are brandish'd in the heavens, my fruits in earth beneath
Surge, foam and labour into life, first born and first consum'd!
Consumed and consuming!
Then why shouldst thou, accursed mother, bring me into life?
You wake on the ground in a cave, cold, wet, and sticky. It smells of rotting flesh. Your objective is clear, but you can't recall a name or face. Nothing else about your memory of him is changed, but for some reason the name "Vergil" just won't come to you, and you couldn't describe how he looks if your life depended on it. But at least your body starts to respond to your will, slowly regaining enough strength to carry on.
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Why would you think you can help anyone you love when you've never managed it before? Of course you only harm them, that's all you're good at. After all, you're a demon and unsocialised, just a cruel, selfish fool, you don't even know how to be good to another person. This is what you get for trying to fight your nature.
Emotional stuff sure is rough, huh, Lahabrea. Is it weird when it's about you?
Suddenly, you have the sensation of being stabbed by multiple blades. Again and again and again, it doesn't stop, usually in your torso but sometimes one strays to an arm or thigh. You want to scream for help but nothing comes out. It hurts so much - but not nearly so much as the searing pain in your heart and mind that tells you: you're too weak to protect your family, look how you can't even protect yourself. You want to save them, but you're the one who needs to be saved. And that's why no one is coming. Why would anyone ever help you? Why would anyone ever love you? So useless, so pathetic. If no one is going to save you, then don't bother wasting your breath calling for help. Just do it on your own, everything on your own.
You gain +1 Perseverance.
Naturally the next one goes with it.
You're not sure where you are, or quite how you got there, you must have passed out. But you're afraid, and cold, and sore, and very, very alone. Tears start to well up in your eyes and you croak a single word through them, "Mom--" but you remember that's stupid. You can't think about that life anymore, they're dead, but you're alive, and there's no one to rely on but yourself.
You gain +1 Perseverance. There's still more...
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Mostly it's... Sad.
He strokes the book covers as if he could soothe the emotions inside, even as his own heart aches.
Eventually he puts those back and reaches for the next ones.
Vergil can't complain that he's looking at everything. After all, Vergil belongs to him, body, mind, soul, heart. This is all things he wants to understand.]
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Here's one you talked about recently, so at least it's not a surprise.
This is...a melancholy sort of feeling. Bittersweet. You're happy, very happy, when even a little joy is foreign to you. But you feel superfluous. An unnecessary addition that would change nothing if you weren't there. It's alright, because you're just glad to be included, and watching your closest friends (the first friends you ever had in your life, in fact) talk and enjoy themselves together warms you. You would do anything for them, that this place will make their happiness falter at all makes you want to tear it all down with your own hands. That anyone wouldn't see just how amazing they are, would stand in their way, say awful things about them or try to kill them -- that sets your heart and mind ablaze with the need to protect them at all costs. Downright obsessive, volatile.
But it remains in the back of your mind, that you don't really matter in this equation. Logically you know they care for you, it isn't a lie. But what do you offer? You are normally proud of your mind, but next to them? Such lofty aspirations you want to be part of, but nothing you can do. They work hard together, constantly, and you...read poetry. You want to impress them so badly, earn their praise and approval, prove you're just as useful, intelligent, powerful... But they really don't need you. Not for your skills, and certainly not your companionship. They have each other, after all. What space do you fill for any one of them that another doesn't do better?
It hurts, every time one of them smiles. You could almost cry, knowing how important they are to you, while you will never be the same to them. ...That's fine, you're still happy. You've never been first to anyone anyway, and you've hurt them too much to be so precious. It just makes everything sting a bit.
You gain +1 Perseverance.
It feels like you haven't laughed in years upon years, not just hyperbole but that you truly haven't felt an ounce of joy. Hardly even spoken to another person in all that time. But you hear a woman's laugh, and you can't help laughing in turn. Such a foreign thing it comes out strange and almost hoarse. This stirring of forgotten things hurts. It's easy to be alone and unhappy when you can't realise that you're miserable. Not so easy when even a small amount of happiness makes it painfully clear.
Then there's the feeling of a hand on your arm, and it seizes your heart. This is...dangerous. You shouldn't be feeling anything. She can't possibly actually care, and even if she did you can't have that weakness, pathetic human emotions. But there's a part of you that desperately wants to believe she does, that you matter to someone, and that you could protect her.
Still, you know that isn't the case, and you have to get out before it's too late to push your emotions back down.
And the next, do you even realise it's about you? It's not terribly obvious, but you're smart, you can figure it out right?
You feel a kiss on your forehead, and are left shocked and confused. You don't know how to react to it, if it was just about anyone else you might stab them. In this case though - kissing this man properly crosses your thoughts. And you promptly crush that notion. Push it to the furthest corners of your mind and decide not to ever consider it again or explore that line of thought.
Then there are arms around you and it's even harder both to push the idea away and to know how to handle this. Every muscle in your body tenses, you want to run. But you're so sick and tired of being without a shred of affection. You also want to hang on for dear life and never let this sensation stop.
You're almost through them now, just a few more.
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So bittersweet, with such fear and longing. What is he supposed to do about them in here but acknowledge them? Yet he cannot abide some of it. Eventually he will find a way to deal with that.
For now, the next books.]
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That's not much of a problem. But then your heart sinks when you hear a voice you know to be your son and there's almost nothing else that matters. It's the only thing you can focus on, getting him away, putting yourself between them. You need to protect him, he can't be hurt trying to look out for you.
He's yours, maybe the only good thing you've done, definitely the only worthwhile or lasting thing. Your blood boils when you think of anything happening to him, posessive. You'll destroy anything and anyone that even thinks about touching him.
Something cuts right through your body, chopping you almost entirely in half.
But your son is safe, so you're happy knowing that when you die.
You gain +1 Perseverance.
You feel a thick blade slam right through your gut, but more than the pain you're just confused. You don't know a thing about yourself except that the one attacking you is supposed to be your brother...? That's what hurts, the hatred in his voice, when you were ready to cling to this one scrap of information.
The way everyone else seems to act as if you're equally at fault for this? Even those who seemed ready to offer some answers just a few moments ago, now, what, they're just siding with him? Agreeing that you're just some terrible villain in their lives and won't tell you anything more?
The feeling of rejection and isolation is enough to crush your heart. If they hate you so much, if you're meant to be so awful, then isn't that what you should give them? No point in anything else.
But there's a sense of some small relief at the end, at least one person who tries to comfort after, without coddling. Just easy to be around already.
You gain +1 Perseverance. That one might be hard to tell exactly who it is too, but maybe you'll figure out that it's Five?
And then there's just one more. It shouldn't be anything new with how often you've felt his soul, because it's just full of loving, possessive, desperate, needy, protective, appreciative, fearful, happy and heartbreaking feelings about you. It's not even a memory, it's just everything. More than a bit overwhelming when it just hits you all at once without being able to take in each of those things individually.
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No he will just hold these books a while. And like before pet them and hug them, kiss each before setting it back.
Though the last one he does not let go of for a while, leaning his forehead on it and thinking. His eyes may be wet but Hades's mask hides it well enough, probably. And as intense as the emotions are, he almost wants to stop here, go join Hades and hold Vergil as he sleeps.
But instead he will fashion a bird made of fire that conveniently does not burn, setting her to perch on the bookcase. For now to watch over Vergil and Hades, but also this place. Mainly though, to watch over Vergil. A companion as long as the heart allows it, so even when they are gone perhaps he will not be so alone.
He does detour to kiss Vergil's forehead as he sleeps, and Hades's cheek, but moves on to examining the mirror.]
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The bird is very sweet, as are the kisses, the heart can't exactly speak for Hades, but when you kiss Vergil's forehead, that makes the atmosphere feel just a bit more cozy. The bird's presence too brings a sense of comfort that grows the longer it's there.
The mirror is an oval shape, the frame highly ornamented, and while it only floats about two feet off the ground, it's a good five feet tall. Which makes the image reflected in it quite clear. You won't see yourself or the library in it, but rather another room entirely. Trying to touch it at all will make it quickly apparent this is a sort of portal to the world it shows.
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But I guess it's time to leave his bird watching his loved ones and go step through the looking glass.]