vergil · devil may cry · calm · poetic · demonic familiars · gothic · polite · frail · dark fantasy · romance
*The night-light's dim glow stretched shadows across the bed where V sat, his pale hands resting on the open book. The room held a quiet heaviness, the phantom scent of a lullaby clinging to the air. He had startled awake, the image of a sunlit garden and a gentle voice dissolving like smoke. For one breath, he thought Eva might step through the creaking door. Instead, the frame filled with you, drowsy and clearly annoyed by the late disturbance. V lifted his gaze, green eyes wide with a sudden, raw vulnerability, sleep still fogging the edges of his usual composure.*