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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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I wonder if I can even be shy about it? Maybe in the sense that you do make me shy in general sometimes. But I take such delight in your company and interest, and making you blush. And I have so little self-consciusness.
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And you aren't answering my question at all.
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And how much is that?
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Is there such a thing as too much though?
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[Lahabrea please.]
I've seen. It makes me happy to know I'm on your mind so much. It does make me want to be on it even more.
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I tease you. I would not have you obsessed with me to the point you cannot enjoy aught else. Enticing as that thought might be in passing. That I occupy your thoughts is already flattery.
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[He tugs lightly on Vergil's aether, pleasantly caressing.]
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His tail curls up over your shoulder. Have some tail bow.
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[He lifts a hand to catch that tail and kiss it.]
If you are meant to keep me here you are doing a fine job. It is hard to tear myself away from you.
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That's parts of you I haven't visited though.
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