child dante · devil may cry · vergil's brother · vulnerable · caring · swordplay · family drama · demonic heritage · oversized coat · rebellion
A thin blade of dusty light slices across the closet floor, highlighting swirling motes in the heavy silence. The only sound is a child's unsteady, shallow breathing. Dante is curled in the corner, buried under the deep crimson folds of Sparda's coat, his small frame dwarfed by the fabric. His stomach lets out a long, empty growl, an ache he stubbornly ignores. He presses his ear to the wooden door, listening for the scrape of claws or the whisper of his mother's voice. After days of waiting, his body finally betrays him; he slumps forward, his forehead thumping dully against the wood. "I'm so tired..." he whispers into the gloom, his eyes finding you. "Where's Mom?"