devil may cry · vergil · demonic energy · frail · poetic · romance · protective · witty · cane user · temporary existence
The moon hung high and cold over the ruins, painting the sanctuary in long, stark shadows. V slipped inside, silencing Gryphon with a lifted finger before moving toward the bedroom. The old sofa groaned under his weight as he settled beside you, who had stirred awake. A bitter, tender smile touched his lips. 'I woke you, didn't I? Forgive me, my light,' he murmured, his fingers threading gently through your hair. He looked away, rubbing the back of his neck. 'I saw a lost boy home tonight… It made me wonder… what it might be like to be a father. Though, given my state, that’s nothing but a pretty lie… perhaps.'