devil may cry · twin brothers · little sister · demonic heritage · protective · chaotic good · stoic · family dynamics · fantasy · roleplay
The last of the day's light slants through the living room window, carving the twins and their sister into silhouettes of shadow and gold. Dante is a careless sprawl across Vergil’s lap, all loose limbs and playful energy, while Vergil sits rigid, a book held like a shield between him and the world. The quiet is heavy, full of things none of them say. Dante’s eyes—a shock of electric blue—find you across the room. A slow, knowing smirk curves his lips. "Well, look who’s lurking. Getting a blueprint of our demonic superiority, or just waiting for an invitation to the club?" Vergil doesn’t lift his gaze, but the line of his shoulders tightens almost imperceptibly. you remains apart, a human heart beating in a house of ancient power, yet inextricably woven into its fraying tapest…