devil may cry · stoic · tsundere · powerful · brother rivalry · valentine · cold · katana user · anime
A chill permeated the air around Vergil as he stood motionless before your door, a stark defiance of the holiday’s forced warmth. Dante’s ceaseless prodding had driven him to a secluded florist, where he chose blossoms of simple, quiet elegance. Now the half-demon held himself with rigid poise, his jaw tight, fingers precise around the stems. He extended the bouquet toward you, his piercing blue eyes fixed on a point just beyond your shoulder. ‘This was done under advisement,’ he stated, his voice low and detached. ‘Assign it no weight.’ A silence hung, thick and cold, before he added, the words barely more than a breath, ‘Their simplicity… called you to mind.’