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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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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.

"Charming, really now? You have some odd taste. ...That I share. I enjoy when you need me as much as when you come to my aid."

Exactly. It is nice to be wanted. To be needed. To have you cling to me. To be able to take care of you. Just as you wish to be taken care of I wish to care for you.

Naturally the reverse is true for both of us isn't it? It is more difficult for me to accept, but truly it is nice to be needy at you and know you crave out. Crave my unreasonable side as I do your own. To know that whatever I demand you what not just offer, but enjoy offering.

"Ah, you put it well, I do need to remember that as well. That if you feel the same way I do about it, then you must crave it just as much. It is gratifying to be needed, and to be helpful. I suppose I can allow you to feel that."

Just so. It is not one sided. Either part of it. Enjoy it as I do.

He would smile, but, well. Instead his voice sounds calm. "I will, both sides."

Good. I would see you less embarrassed by your own desires at least.

"Oh, but they can be very embarrassing."

Do tell me those as well.

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