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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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I want you, Vergil. All of you. From the softness of your heart to the violence of your nature, you are mine.

I am terrible at trust. For reasons you well know--and more besides. Yet you have breached that. Were it not for you I would yet hold myself aloof from you and Five to some degree, fond but still reserved.

Yet I can no longer maintain that. There is no reserve left and it does terrify me. Should you betray me I would be devastated.

How, then, could I abandon you? You are mine. Precious to me, beloved, wanted. If I do not have you by my side at the end of our labors then I will not consider my own part complete. I want you with me. I... may need it. For at some point you have become... integral to my belief in my own ability to find happiness.

Part of me dreads facing my people. I fear many things. Yet when I think of you, it sooths me. Never will you reject me. Never will you judge who I am. In truth, your acceptance from the start has ever shocked me, yet been something I have come to take as a given, to rely on as a constant. That you will be my friend and ally no matter what. How can I not need you now? When I've started to accept at last the security of your constancy? I fear losing you. I fear your love, both accepting and losing it. I fear hurting you. But I do not fear your rejection--and that is such a strange and precious gift. To feel simply accepted.

That's a lot. If he wasn't in this form, he might have cried, or come dangerously close. But since you're sitting inside the core of his heart, you can feel a hint of it, not unlike melding souls. But it isn't so much fear as gladness. Difficult to convince himself, but he certainly hears and acknowledges it.

"I will hold your hand when you meet your people - whether figuratively or literally. I know how frightening that must be. Though I don't believe there is any need to worry, you're right, that regardless of what else may come, I will be with you. I'll do much more than accept you, I'll always think the world of you, never less.

It is your own doing, you know. I might have been very sore about being deceived, though your deeds otherwise would hardly bother me. But that you told me before it was strictly necessary, you didn't leave me to find out with everyone else... I didn't need to know anything about your true self then to remain your friend. That meant too much to me, that bit of trust and...showing you must then truly like me.

...I think I might have started to love you then. Thank you, ▇▇▇, for everything, for wanting me by your side."

[He kisses his hands again, gently. Reaching up to pet his big demon face.]

And thank you. Ever am I grateful to you for your friendship Vergil.

So I do not mind if you doubt and fear. I will overcome all of it with time. You simply need continue pursuing your own happiness and I shall be beside you.

"Just as you said, you may be an integral part of happiness for me. ...More than "may", you are." Considering several things relating to you were part of your objectives here...that should make it obvious huh.

"And thank you for the letter, too."

[Another kiss to the chin spikes.]

Perhaps it will help, perhaps not. As I said, I do not mind biding my time. I know you shall be with me whenever it is possible.

Is there aught else you would tell me, here in your heart?

In that case, you get more petting. "Now why should I tell you everything unprompted, when it's all around for you to see? But if there's something you wish to know or understand...I suppose I could point you to it."

[

He huffs.]

Because you have given me everything! And are I not prompting you? But very well. Is there anywhere you would like me to go or see?

Look you can't just ask that vaguely, at least be specific or it's just cheap!

He laughs. "That's practically the same question. I have given you everything...so what else is there you should know? I feel as if you must know everything. Do I keep secrets from you? Do you not poke and prod everything already? I suppose there must be things, but..."

Just so. If I new what to ask I would already have asked it. Well, it is not as if you will deliberately keep things from me so I suppose it hardly matters.

He considers it for a moment.

"I suppose you enjoy my weaknesses and desires, hm...?"

Naturally.

"Naturally. You've already seen so much of that here... But should I tell you about my desires of you, or wishing to be protected, as I seem to recall you being so fascinated by?"

Of course. Tell me everything.

"...It feels nice, with you all trying to look out for me. It's hard not to insist on being the protector, particularly in a physical sense, when strength is, well, my strongest suit. But just as much in any other sense.

But...even I crave it. To have someone else look after me. To be able to let myself rest now and then.

And you do already do that in many ways. But I like it."

[He does drape his aether around Vergil, a warm, invisible blanket. Yet the feeling of his magic is there. Solid but not restrictive.]

I know. And I would protect you. Your heart most of all, but all of you if I can. Just as I would let you protect me. It does go both ways.

But more than not I think I am not in need of much protection, and you are. Not physically but--well. You deserve to feel the comfort and love of it.

That feels nice. He pulls you closer, setting his head on your shoulder. "Hah... It's difficult not to think of that as being seen as weak. But it is comforting."

Needing others, wishing to feel loved and protected, that is not weakness. It is just existing.

[He will cuddle though. Petting this demon man.]

Just cuddle inside his heart with his demon form that was supposed to try to make you stay, as you do.

"Hmm, but if I seem to need so much more?"

How so you mean?

"You say you don't need much protection, but I do. So what does that say about me?"

It says you have a lot of time alone to make up for.

I could point out I am much older as well.

"In that case you have also spent much longer alone."

Not alone. Lonely at times, by choice and trauma, but never truly alone. Not as you have been.

"...I suppose it is a bit different. And I can't hide from you that I am a bit...needy."

I find it rather charming.

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