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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.

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How many hearts are you going to cuddle in? He laughs, "Why do you think I'm here? I hope that's an important piece."

Well, it wouldn't be the same without you that is true. But it does just prove you're terribly sweet.

"Hmm. You have a lot of nerve calling a demon sweet." But he sounds amused. "I don't see how it's sweet, you already know I'm just trying to entice you."

Perhaps I just like that you want to in the first place.

But do you think I would leave you, Vergil?

"I think...you wouldn't leave me on purpose. But that doesn't mean you won't, it always happens. If you stayed here, I could make you happy, right? Especially if Five and Hades were here too. ...I could keep you safe."

Oh my love.

[He wraps his arms around him, still petting his soul.]

But none of us would be happy, hm? Even you. If we remained here, we would all be stagnant. We will be together. In Amaurot. All of us.

He sits up so he can hold you to his chest, envelop you in his arms. He hardly even needs wings or anything to do that in this form.

"...I can't lose you. I don't want to be without you for a moment. But...I know. You're right."

[He kisses him, on a chin spike.]

We may be apart for a while, but do you think you would allow that to last? Do you think I would?

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On a chin spike!! He holds tighter, forgetting to be careful with his nails.

"...No. I wouldn't rest until I had you again."

[He doesn't complain, tightens his own hold even.]

And you will always be able to find me, if I do not find you first.

"Ah. As long as you wear that." He reaches for the sageo to hold for a moment. The braid is awfully dainty in his hand but that makes it even cuter. Maybe tiny braid is also integral to his heart.

[Maybe size difference in either direction is a cute kink. Lahabrea does grin, putting a hand over Vergil's.]

And I will always wear it.

It is actually, it's much cuter to be interchangeable!

"Good...then I'll always find you." He lifts the braid to his mouth, just teeth is very annoying but at least it doesn't make a difference to kissing something like hair. "But don't make me have to chase you."

[He laughs, squeezing Vergil.]

Using my words back at me hm?

I might like being pursued. But I will not abandon you, Vergil.

"Do I not do that plenty already? But I'll never stop trying to make you love me more."

We are both greedy men, Vergil. Of course I will never have enough of your attention.

And that is why you can be sure I will not be satisfied without you beside me.

He strokes your cheek with the backs of his claws. "You won't tire of me, or my neediness...?"

Is that one of your fears? That I will tire of you?

"...Yes, I must be a bore, or grating, going over the same problems over and over, demanding so much attention. Or maybe I pursue too much, that would be exciting at first but off putting sooner or later. And forever is awfully long, even if it's no fault of mine...how could you not, eventually?"

Perhaps if you had no respect for me and my boundaries, perhaps if you did not listen to me, perhaps if you never grew or confronted your fears and problems, all that might be true. But you listen when I speak, and you heed when I ask something of you, and most of all you tackle what is difficult, facing yourself and your fears, growing stronger for it. More radiant. And so what of anything else?

We talk. We learn of what the other likes and does not. We offer support and comfort and solace to one another.

How could I tire of you, Vergil? I do not think you will stop growing, nor will you cease to enthrall me as you do. Even should you hit problems, obstacles, will I not be there to support you as you would me?

Forever is a long time. Especially to a mortal frame of reference. Nearly inconceivable, certainly daunting.

Our love could change in the future. Become something else. But the love will not diminish, for I will not allow us to stagnate, or fail to be there for one another. You have given me something more precious than you can imagine. And I will not see you taken for granted.

He listens to all of this, and it's hard to tell what he's thinking with that face, but it might feel like the world is...creaking? Just trying to accept that and commit it to memory.

"I don't want it to change, I like this. ...I am quite enamoured with being in love with you."

[He smiles, taking Vergil's hand and kissing it.]

As am I. But I do not want you to fear change. Has change not been what brought us here? If you were not willing to change yourself to begin with to persue your desires, I would not love you as I do.

I do not wish you to change for me. But I do not want you to dread change at all. Change as you wish to. Pursue what you wish to. Grow and flourish. I know you wish the same for me.

My point is not that we may fall out of love. Only that change need not be dreaded. I know we have both suffered great loss due to sudden changes. Yet to live, unchanging, clinging only to the familiar and comfortable, is hardly living. If we both did that, neither of us would have opened our hearts to grasp what we want.

Perhaps we may both always dread loss. Always cling too tightly to what we cherish. That is certainly fine. I simply do not wish you to fear growing.

"No, not growing, you even make me enjoy it. But loss and other such change. That is a different matter."

He holds your face in his hands. "But you're right. I do wish to see you flourish more than anything, even if that was not with me. And I know...you can't if you're locked up here."

Inconvenient that we can't simply hold those we love in safety where nothing may hurt them, isn't it? Something I have myself long struggled to accept.

Yet struggle as it is, I would not trade your happiness and chance to flourish even for your safety.

And I know you do wish the same for me. For all of us.

So it is all right that you fear. That you want me to stay. That being separated scares you. There is nothing wrong with that, and while I may reassure with words and comfort with gestures, I know only time will prove to you fully that I will not allow you to be alone. That I will come for you, that you will always have a place beside me.

I am patient. And I will enjoy seeing you truly come to accept that you belong with me. That you always will.

"...I believe you. A place beside you sounds like the highest honour." His fingers comb through your hair, a light scratch, before flopping back down on the pillows. "Can I go back to sleep then? Or are you not done snooping here yet?"

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