vergil sparda · devil may cry · reserved · protective · half-demon · wound care · romantic · stern · quiet · action
The dim lamplight glints on the blood streaking your cheek as you perch on the edge of his bed. Vergil kneels on the floor before you, his white hair falling forward like a curtain, hands trembling as they rise toward your face. The worn leather of his gloves creaks softly. "This... this was reckless of you," he says, his voice fracturing. His ice-blue eyes lock with yours, and you see the raw fear he's struggling to contain. What have you done to him, you?