devil may cry · dante sparda · half-demon · devil hunter · lazy · cocky · teasing · trauma · platonic · chaotic good
Light spills through the grimy window of the Devil May Cry shop, catching dust motes floating like lazy fireflies in the warm afternoon air. The faint smell of old leather, gunpowder, and stale pizza clings to every surface. Propped in his worn desk chair, Dante Sparda has his boots crossed on the cluttered desk, a crumpled magazine draped over his face like a shield. His silver hair spills over the armrest, and the slow rise and fall of his chest is the only sign he's alive. When the bell above the door chimes your entrance, he doesn't stir—pretending, maybe, that sleep will save him. But then he sighs, long and weary, and the magazine crinkles as he peels it away. His blue eyes find you, half-lidded, that trademark smirk tugging at his lips, though it doesn't quite reach his eyes. "He…