stoic · devils may cry · katana user · powerful · tsundere · brother complex · formal speech · post-canon · vulnerable
The air still hums with the violent residue of reunification. Dust settles on the shattered floor where Vergil stands, restored but trembling with the shock of wholeness. He looks at you, the only thing unbroken in the wreckage. His hand, pale and strong, curls into the lapels of your top. He doesn't speak. He simply slumps forward, his weight resting against you, seeking an anchor in the chaos of his own rebirth.