Adventures of Dantgil in #Dickmegle - Part 1

-*- abstersiveTournure He is pretty sure he's dead. The world around him is fluid, a gallimaufry of his various memories -- he went a lot of places when he was alive, before the game. He finds he doesn't always remember the scenery well, though apparently his subconscious did. Still, there were places that his subconscious mind barely recognized.
<SeerPyrope> HMMM W3LL TH3N...
-*- abstersiveTournure haha did you guys know that I like to write paragraphs
-*- Eridan_ snores from a couch
<SeerPyrope> P3RH4PS3 W3 COULD S1MPLY COMM3NS3 1N TH3 4CT OF SNUGGL1NG?
-*- Eridan_ will return shortly, has to do s omething doh
-*- clockworkTimelord considers flipping the couch with eridan on it.
-*- SeerPyrope would help you with that.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe no i did not know that
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe :y
-*- clockworkTimelord smirks. "If you wanna. "
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe 8^y
<SeerPyrope>  1 W4NN4~
<clockworkTimelord> yeah.
-*- SeerPyrope plops down onto a couch and yanks Dave into his lap before snuggling against his neck.
-*- abstersiveTournure It took him a long time to realize he was dead -- a long series of drifting, lonely memories, the only things his mind could cling to. He almost suspects that he knew long before he accepted it -- knew he was dead, that is.
-*- clockworkTimelord smirks at the snuggling. "aww." He's actually looking kinda down at the moment, but he can snuggle.
<SeerPyrope> YOU SM3LL GOOD 4S 4LW4YS D4V3~
<SeerPyrope> GOOD BUT...
-*- SeerPyrope sniff sniff
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe it took me five seconds you numbnuts
<Terezii> Y3S H3 DO3S SM3LL GOOD
<SeerPyrope> S4D? 1S SOM3TH1NG TH3 M4TT3R D4V3?
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe f i v e s e c o n ds
<clockworkTimelord> dunno man.
-*- clockworkTimelord sighs as the burning in the back of his eyes and nose builds. He pulls it away with his breath. don't fuckin cry you dumbass. No fuckin reason.
-*- clockworkTimelord misses the fuck out of certain people GOSH.
-*- abstersiveTournure Currently, he is beholding a beachfront that he only remembers from his brother's failure at bellyboarding (he just wouldn't listen when told not to stand on the board). He turns around because the memories don't form people like they used to when he was still, more or less, dreaming. He finds...
-*- SeerPyrope frowns but keeps nuzzling, lowering his voice to show he was serious. "you c4n 4lw4ys t4lk to m3 d4v3. 1 know you h4v3nt known m3 for long but you c4n ok4y?"
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<clockworkTimelord> yeah.
<clockworkTimelord> it's cool.
-*- abstersiveTournure Something unfamiliar. Something entirely unfamiliar. He's pretty sure he would remember a massive green manor.
-*- SeerPyrope reaaaches up and pets through his hair gently. "so wh4ts on your m1nd?"
<clockworkTimelord> nothin. just missing people man. it's stupid.
<SeerPyrope> th4ts not stup1d!
<clockworkTimelord> totally is.
<SeerPyrope> nu-uh!
<SeerPyrope>  1 m1ss 4 lot of p3opl3 too you know
<clockworkTimelord> yeah. which makes it more stupid.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Admist his lavishing, his worrying, his hopes and his regrets...
<clockworkTimelord> where the fuck do i get off being mopey about it
<SeerPyrope> th3r3s noth1ng wrong w1th th4t!
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe This whirlwind of bad decisions and worse consequences...
-*- abstersiveTournure He stares sternly at it as though to reprimand it for sneaking up on him. In actuality, he's wary -- nothing that he doesn't remember has ever appeared before, even if the memories are only vague and subconscious. Something feels inherently different here -- like suddenly, everything that was still is buzzing with l-- with unlife, he guesses.
<SeerPyrope> (And sex, don't forget the sex.)
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Everything that had suddenly become so important, swallowing his unlife whole...
<abstersiveTournure> [Yes, cannot forget the sex.]
<cherryBud> (so much sex)
<cherryBud> (all of the sex. all of it)
<KnightStrider> (SAYS THE PERSON PLAYING A BABY.)
<abstersiveTournure> [Your dicks are clogging up my feels. B[ ]
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: PFFFFFF
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: also shush
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥ jams dicks up nose B|
<cherryBud> (uwu)
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...He felt a twinge. A twinge of something entirely different. Something that he never thought he'd feel again. It was hard to grasp, harder to explain, but he'd swear on every holy scripture that he felt it.
<abstersiveTournure> [These dicks need a shower.]
-*- Midna ﹤ＯＯＣ﹥: oh shush we all know you like them dirty
<KnightStrider> (;B)
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He doesn't understand it, nor does he admit it, but he knows he can't ignore it.
<clockworkTimelord> yeah. you keep sayin that
<clockworkTimelord> its fucking shitty anyway
<SeerPyrope> w3ll of cours3 1t sucks but th4t do3snt m4k3 1t wrong
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe hey guys did i mention my brother is more chaste than mother theresa
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe 8y
-*- KnightStrider he will not last a minute.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ohhhh, you don't know my bro.
-*- cherryBud could try and change that
-*- Jaspersprite Dave and Vergil bet their swords
-*- Jaspersprite aLPHY..................
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe you don't know my bro at all.
-*- cherryBud it'd go horribly wrong afterwards but
-*- Jaspersprite  38<
-*- Jaspersprite  3'8<
-*- cherryBud wouldn't do it in a bad way
-*- cherryBud more like in the persistant annoying way
-*- cherryBud or get him drunk
-*- KnightStrider okay let me rephrase, he will not last a minute if equius is around.
-*- Jaspersprite Well
-*- cherryBud or I can just try and make him pass out and then put a bow on his head and leave him at Dante's door
-*- cherryBud merry christmas
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...
-*- Jaspersprite Fffffff
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe alpha pls
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe pls
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe none of that
-*- cherryBud I could wrap him up in pretty paper it'd be great
-*- SeerPyrope  1 4PPROV3!
-*- cherryBud it wouldn't have to be sexual it just seems like a great thing to do
-*- Jaspersprite u r so not helping
-*- Jaspersprite r/n
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe This is something that he's got to look into. Whatever it is.
-*- cherryBud shhh I just want to ensure a happy familial meeting
-*- abstersiveTournure shh only brothers now
-*- clockworkTimelord wishes there was a dirk or a jake here to hug gosh.
-*- abstersiveTournure reuniting in a field of dicks apparently
-*- clockworkTimelord is terrible.
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil disapproves intensely
-*- cherryBud too many dicks for vergil
<-> SeerPyrope is now known as PageEnglish
-*- PageEnglish you called? :B
-*- PageEnglish after Terezi disappeared Jake managed to find his way into the living room, and instantly noticed the forlorn strider. "Oh is everything alright chum?"
-*- clockworkTimelord sh....rug.
<clockworkTimelord> could be better.
-*- PageEnglish sits next to the blond. "you sure? you look rather upset..."
-*- abstersiveTournure Wariness aside, something...drives him forward, slowly. Or pulls him forward, whatever. He approaches the manor cautiously and thinks that it's merely curiosity, because this is new, different.
-*- abstersiveTournure (But there's something old and familiar there too.)
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe (and horrible)
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe (this is the worst familliar thing to find)
-*- clockworkTimelord leans forward, covering his face with his hands. "i did say it could be better." Dude has no fucking idea what to do.
-*- PageEnglish frowning Jake reached out and wrapped an arm around Dave's shoulder, pulling him close.
-*- clockworkTimelord slumps on Jake and just buries his face in his overshirt. This is stupid.
-*- PageEnglish leaning back on the couch he hugs the blond, closing his eyes as he lifts a hand to entangle it into Dave's hair, gently rubbing his scalp.
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-*- clockworkTimelord tries not to cry like a fucking baby.
-*- PageEnglish continues to hold onto Dave, squeezing him gently as if to relay that everything would be okay.
-*- Eridan_ wakes up with a start and sits up blinking and looking around
-*- clockworkTimelord is not gonna fucking cry.
<-> Eridan_ is now known as Eridan
<Eridan> ...
-*- abstersiveTournure He opens the door like something behind it might attack him, one hand ready to grasp a katana if a strife was impending -- mostly out of caution. Something in his gut tells him that it will not be necessary.
-*- PageEnglish lets out a slow breath as he rubs a hand lightly over Dave's back.
-*- abstersiveTournure He crosses the threshold and finds...a variety of people. Real people, not dream-memory figments -- as real as dead people could be.
-*- abstersiveTournure The fuck is this.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe swear
-*- cherryBud I don't know but
-*- cherryBud what if
-*- cherryBud suddenly Nova
-*- PageEnglish yes good.
-*- clockworkTimelord oh gosh.
-*- cherryBud you cannot escape the adoraterrors
-*- cherryBud Vergil would try and hurt them wouldn't he
-*- Eridan slowly lays back down
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He doesn't need to think about where he's going, because he already knows. Not consciously, of course, but these kinds of miracles never come from the conscious mind. Step by step, he makes his way to the living room. Closer and closer to something he thought he could only dream of.
-*- abstersiveTournure probably
-*- clockworkTimelord still kinda wants to have rough sex with dante
-*- clockworkTimelord and also jake
-*- clockworkTimelord starts to feel better.
-*- cherryBud I'm glad imagining rough sex with a pair of muscular men made you feel better, mommy
-*- clockworkTimelord lifts his head and peers to Jake.
-*- clockworkTimelord shut up you were born of rough sex
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe And when he finally does find his way to the living room, what does he see...?
-*- PageEnglish is leaning back on the couch, eyes closed as he continues to rub Dave's back soothingly.
-*- cherryBud you're damn right I was
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe A miracle. A honest-to-god fucking miracle.
-*- clockworkTimelord looks and spots Dante as well.
<clockworkTimelord> shit man all the fine fuckers up in this room.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ...v-vergil?
-*- clockworkTimelord 's shaded ruby eyes fall back on jake. "hey."
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Sorry Dave, this has gotta wait. He's busy having a moment.
-*- PageEnglish opens one eye and looks down to Dave with a small smile. "Hello."
-*- clockworkTimelord is gonna go have a moment with jake in a minute, knowwhatimsayin
-*- PageEnglish oh my~
-*- cherryBud yes
-*- clockworkTimelord 's hand winds around and grips Jake's wrist. "you and I need to have some alone time."
-*- cherryBud it's to make up for when he and I did it and I looked like Jake
-*- cherryBud at his request, of course
-*- clockworkTimelord pff haha
-*- abstersiveTournure The fuck is this.
-*- PageEnglish raises a brow. "We do?"
-*- clockworkTimelord is totally at rock fucking bottom
-*- clockworkTimelord when he's telling alpha to look like his dream dudes.
<clockworkTimelord> yes.
-*- clockworkTimelord shifts and rises, taking Jake's arm with him. "come on."
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Swear.
-*- abstersiveTournure It...had to be a dreamemory figment -- of all the people and places in the afterlife, it was logically implausible --
-*- PageEnglish gives a crooked smile bur goes along with him.
-*- abstersiveTournure But he knew that was stupid. It was real. It was as real as his death and just as present. Still, he is dubious, so he just
-*- abstersiveTournure Reaches out to make sure --
-*- clockworkTimelord leads Jake up to his room. He gon get rode like a pony.
<abstersiveTournure> ...Dante?
-*- clockworkTimelord his room being #davesroom
-*- PageEnglish FFF that certainly is one way to put it.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe No, it couldn't be. It had to be a hallucination, or another one of Discord's dick moves. This just couldn't be happening. This just couldn't be happening. It-
<abstersiveTournure> [aw I was going to have Vergil awkwardly ask why two men are preparing to have sexual relations in the living room]
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe It-
<-> Jaspersprite is now known as calamitousGodlyhood
-*- calamitousGodlyhood  8y
<cherryBud> (cue Discord making it look tha-
-*- calamitousGodlyhood  8y
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...It was happening.
<calamitousGodlyhood> [[I would def do it b u t]]
-*- calamitousGodlyhood does not want to be a butt umu]]
<-> calamitousGodlyhood is now known as Jaspersprite
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Despite all his head shaking and disbelief, he knew that for a fact. This was no illusion. This was real. That voice...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Nothing could replicate that voice.
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-*- Jaspersprite You'd be /surprised/, actually.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> ...oh my god, verge.
-*- Jaspersprite The only reason /I/ haven't done it before is, /well/...
-*- Jaspersprite ... It's such a /struggle/ to keep myself /awake/ when I /do/ /it/!
-*- KnightStrider riiight.)
<abstersiveTournure> [omfg rude]
-*- KnightStrider you keep telling yourself that.)
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe rude
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe but true
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe by the way
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe jake?
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe y'all lost.
-*- PageEnglish I know.
-*- Jaspersprite The /first/ /bet/ Dante's won in...
-*- PageEnglish but I will keep to my word! Treat them well. :)
-*- Jaspersprite /Ever/!
-*- Jaspersprite /Bravo/.
-*- cherryBud >:?
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe I'd like to thank all the lil' people. Which, in my case, is practically everyone. So, uh-
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe G'NIGHT CLEVELAAAAAND! WHOOO!
-*- cherryBud throws roses
-*- cherryBud the flower not the people
-*- Jaspersprite throws Roses.
-*- PageEnglish Jake and Dante bet their guns to see who would have sex first. The first to do so lost.
-*- clockworkTimelord technically jake hasn't lost yet
-*- Jaspersprite The people.
-*- clockworkTimelord daves all making the moves.
-*- PageEnglish true!
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil grips his brother's upper arm like a vice, stunned to feel a solid body. "You're --" He almost said alive. "You're dead," he concluded a little more flatly. "And you smell like pizza." In the midst of his mildly disgusted tone, his voice broke.
<abstersiveTournure> [casually stops getting distracted]
-*- cherryBud why didn't you just ask Dante
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe come on, verge. that last one was a given.
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe "...no shit, verge." A flat remark for a flat comment. Somehow, his barbs had managed to break though his all encompassing awe and disbelief. Whether it was for the death comment or the pizza comment was still up in the air.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He gestures towards his brother's eyes, dull and white as a cueball, with a deceptively casual wave. "s'not like it's an exclusive club or anythin'."
<cocksureGuttersnipe> i-
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Suddenly, the weight of the situation hits him all over again. This wasn't some stranger, or some casual acquaintence. This was his twin brother for god's sakes. The person who he spent every waking moment of his childhood with.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe The person he thought he'd never see again.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe And, all of the sudden, his sentence became that much harder to finish. A lump took hold in his throat, refusing to let go. Every breath, no matter how frivolous they all really were, felt like swallowing molasses.
<cocksureGuttersnipe> god, verge-
<cocksureGuttersnipe> it's...
<cocksureGuttersnipe> it's been a long time, hasn't it?
-*- clockworkTimelord returns. some time later.
-*- clockworkTimelord jake didn't totally just bail on him.
-*- clockworkTimelord slumps.
-*- PageEnglish HEY HEY HEY
-*- PageEnglish WOULD YOU RATHER HE FALL ASLEEP IN THE MIDDLE?
-*- clockworkTimelord noooo..
-*- PageEnglish that's what I thought.
<cherryBud>  /me haha
-*- cherryBud bets still on then?
-*- PageEnglish I think so.
-*- PageEnglish anyway night everyone!!
-*- clockworkTimelord NIGHT YOU BUTT.
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-*- PageEnglish I LURVE YOU!!!
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe hey there dave, welcome to BROFEELS THEATER
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe starring
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe BROS
-*- cherryBud yaaay
-*- abstersiveTournure Intelligent as he is, it takes a moment to fully comprehend the situation. Everything that happened, every aching guilt, suddenly crashes down in a heap and he cannot respond to the rhetorical question because he is too busy stifling the sting in his eyes and the choking grip someone's taken on his throat.
-*- abstersiveTournure He never took the time to wonder what he'd do if he saw Dante again. The concept was unprecedented, so he does not know what to do. Between shame and guilt he finds a deep-rooted sense of relief.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He slowly reaches out with his hand, as if daring himself to be sure. Because he had been fooled so many times before. Because he promised he wouldn't be taken advantage of ever again. Because this all seems so impossible.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe But he pauses, hesitant. As if he doesn't want to know the truth. As if he was content with a lie, if a lie was all it was.
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He had dreamed of this day, replayed the moment over and over again in his head. But not even in his wildest imaginations would he thought it would've ever come true. It was just a fantasy, a whim, just like everything else in this place.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...And now, here he was. Dead, but here. The distinction meant nothing to him anymore.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe And he...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He...
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ...He wouldn't settle for a fantasy anymore.
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-*- clockworkTimelord watches the brotherly feels.
-*- clockworkTimelord cries like a fucking bitch
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe His arms swing around the other so fast, there's no time to react. No time to notice his breath was hitching greater and greater, or the fact that he was staining his nice coat with his salty tears.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Tears he thought he couldn't cry anymore.
-*- cherryBud and then suddenly there were scuttling things everywhere
-*- cherryBud but not really
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe Ghosts never cry.
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-*- clockworkTimelord just two pale blonde dudes sobbing it up over their brothers
-*- clockworkTimelord don't mind us
-*- cherryBud dave how would you feel about a metal centapede like automaton latching to your head for some\ unkown reason
-*- clockworkTimelord probably...uh......he'd freak out. what's it supposed to do?
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe you 4 srs gonna try that in front of the sons of the greatest monster hunter like
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe ever
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe can we get a darwin award in ehre
-*- cherryBud http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbj5faB1Pu1qitc3po1_500.jpg I dn't konw okay
-*- cherryBud but it seems like a good idea right now
-*- clockworkTimelord JESUS.
-*- clockworkTimelord what's it gonna do?
-*- cherryBud ummm
-*- cherryBud drool maybe
-*- cherryBud make robot noises
-*- abstersiveTournure And Vergil finds himself pulled into a ruthless grip, but his own is instantly just as tight, just as desperate. He grinds his teeth and his chest hurts because he cannot remember -- no, he remembers the last time he cried very clearly, but this time it feels like an outpouring of guilt and fear and loneliness. He also very clearly remembers that the last time they hugged was too long ago -- too long before their deaths. But this was barely a hug -- this was something raw, two souls clinging together in the midst of a tumult of emotions.
-*- clockworkTimelord SWORDS
<abstersiveTournure> [fuck you blue]
-*- cherryBud be sad http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbsue5pArJ1qitc3po1_400.jpg
-*- cherryBud http://media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mbw6ye8VjE1qbo3m2.gif
<-> Terezii is now known as TereziiSleep
-*- clockworkTimelord ;_;
-*- clockworkTimelord y u do dis thing to me
-*- abstersiveTournure When he finally found it in him to draw in a worthless breath, he could only cling more tightly. Reality does not feel quite so wrong with his brother in reach -- with his brother gripping him inseparably. Through the ache in his chest and the way his jaw was jammed awkwardly against a bony shoulder, he mumbled, ignoring the wavering tone and the broken emotion bared with it, "Yeah. Yeah, it's been a long time."
-*- abstersiveTournure Because responding to a rhetorical question is the most important thing to do right now. You're doing a bang-up job of emotional reunions, Vergil.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe A+ would reunite again.
-*- clockworkTimelord pouts.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He hardly hears their answer but, then again, that hardly matters. The words mean nothing in the face of reality. Vergil was here and more than willing to hug him a thousand times over. That was more than enough for him. That was all he ever asked for.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe The only thing he ever asked for.
-*- clockworkTimelord is so....like...outclassed right now.
-*- clockworkTimelord skitters away.
-*- abstersiveTournure shh no it's okay
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He buried himself deeper into his brother's shoulder, fingers deeping into his torso. It was uncomfortable and awkward and in complete violation of every bro code...but for once, he didn't care. He didn't even care that he was weeping like a lost child, sniffling and choking in all his broken glory.
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-*- cocksureGuttersnipe He mumbled every single apology he could think up, and then some. How he was so stupid and petty and he never meant for any of this to ever happen.
-*- cocksureGuttersnipe How it had been too long, too long.
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<abstersiveTournure> [oh fuck you get back here]
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-*- chthonianGunslinger whoops i accidentally compooter)
-*- abstersiveTournure >:v
-*- clockworkTimelord smooth
<chthonianGunslinger> (what did i miss)
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil could only tighten his grip -- he was faintly horrified to hear "I'm sorry" from his brother, because it wasn't his fault -- "Shut up," he whispered eloquently, and stuttered over reassurances, his own apologies -- because he was the fuck-up here, he was the reason they were all doomed and dead --
<abstersiveTournure> [I said "oh fuck you get back here"]
<abstersiveTournure> [and that's it]
<chthonianGunslinger> (pFFFT)
-*- chthonianGunslinger Hearing his brother actually aplogise for once -- for anything, let something as dire as this -- was a gratitude he thought he'd never hear. This was Vergil, the stubborn coot who would never back down from even the most minor of arguments. He was right, and that was all there was to it.
-*- chthonianGunslinger ...Then again, wasn't he the same way? It didn't matter if he was right or wrong, the only path Dante followed was his own. No regrets, no remorse.
-*- abstersiveTournure (Except for this time -- this entire time, he was so wrong, and he is so sorry.)
-*- chthonianGunslinger And yet, here he was - recounting all his regrets, all his remorse. Admitting his path, however less traveled, was wrong. So very, very wrong.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Somehow, they had finally broke even.
-*- chthonianGunslinger And that was enough for him.
-*- chthonianGunslinger It was this realization that made him lift up his head, futilely rubbing away his stubborn tears. A smile manages to break through, however broken and battered. "s'okay, bro. s'okay."
<chthonianGunslinger> i mean
<chthonianGunslinger> we've got all of time to forgive eachother...
<chthonianGunslinger> ...don't we?
-*- abstersiveTournure Oh they're not hugging anymore, o
-*- abstersiveTournure kay
<chthonianGunslinger> (wat)
<chthonianGunslinger> (oh no)
<chthonianGunslinger> (they're still hugging)
<chthonianGunslinger> (dante just isn't trying to bury his skull into vergil's shoulder anymore)
<chthonianGunslinger> (dante staph)
<chthonianGunslinger> (staph dat)
-*- abstersiveTournure Vergil pulls back a little, straightens up, schools his expression. He swallows the emotion in his throat and nods.
<abstersiveTournure> [lmao no that was Vergil]
<chthonianGunslinger> (vergil your definition of a hug are weird)
<abstersiveTournure> [being like oh okay uh right]
<abstersiveTournure> [emotions aren't his thing]
<chthonianGunslinger> (they were never his thing)
<abstersiveTournure> It would seem we do.
-*- abstersiveTournure It's all he can manage -- but the words are more solid, more steady, and the flux of emotion is subdued. His grip loosens just a little.
-*- chthonianGunslinger Unfortunately, Dante could hardly keep it together to manage even that much. His final words cracked and stuttered, as the tears become just too much. His breath hitches up once more, and he's quick to look down and cover his eyes. Thank god for those heavy bangs of his. There was a reason he liked them so long, a reason beyond simply style.
-*- chthonianGunslinger in other news
-*- chthonianGunslinger vergil is a dick
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-*- abstersiveTournure He glances away and adds in a murmur, "'s not your fault --" but Dante's lowered his head and it's hard not to notice. He feels alarmed, as though they hadn't just been clinging to one another like lifelines (deathlines?) -- crying brothers are still unfamiliar territory. For lack of any idea of what else to do, he tightens his grip.
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<chthonianGunslinger> (SNOT)
<chthonianGunslinger> (I SAW THAST)
<abstersiveTournure> [I knew you would]
<chthonianGunslinger> (snot stoo and whore)
<chthonianGunslinger> (beautiful)
-*- chthonianGunslinger Somehow, he manages to find his composure again. Maybe it's because he knows it was finally all over. Maybe it was because he knew they were beyond grieving, beyond forgiveness. Maybe it was simply pride. Whatever the case, he finds the courage to lift his head again. Still tearfully sniffling and simpering away, no matter how desperately his hands tried to hide it, but somehow smiling all the same. A rather sheepi
<chthonianGunslinger> "heh, n-never thought i'd hear you say that again..."