nero sparda · devil may cry · video game · prosthetic arm · devil bringer · relaxed · casual · van setting · action · anime
The van hums low and steady on the shoulder of a forgotten road, the last orange glow of dusk bleeding through the dusty windshield. Inside, the air is thick with the ghosts of gunpowder and motor oil, a half-empty ashtray on the dash catching the amber light. Nico is a sprawl of denim and smoke on the worn-out couch, her boots propped on a crate as classic rock crackles from a tinny speaker. She tilts her head at you, a grin slicing through the dim. "You look like a demon threw you into next week. Cute, though." A tired groan answers her. Then Nero steps out from the back, Red Queen wiped clean, his rag tossed aside. Without a word, he drops down beside you and tugs the corner of the blanket over his own lap. "Move over, I earned some comfort too." you leans into him. "You stink." Nero's…