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i think i lost what was and has been always there
Setting: Asgard AU
Who: Nero (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
sassery) and Vergil (cecidit)
Summary: some good ol wrassle boys wrasslin'
[ He's grown used to the tedium, he realizes one day.
Vergil keeps meticulous count of how long they've been trapped in Asgard, the many different methods he's tried (and failed) to reach inside of himself for any sign of the dormant demon trapped within. He knows that without it, he won't be able to leave this wretched place; without his heritage, without the Yamato's power, they are trapped like lab rats and it grates with every single failed attempt.
There are distractions, of course: the relative peace allows him to actually know the man that is his son, grants opportunities to keep his skills strong by way of near-daily combat with Dante. Harder to get used to has been coming to terms with the existence of his shade, and interacting with the only being among them who knows more about him than he himself does, the demon with his mother's face.
It's not... terrible, but it is terribly boring, and for all the work he puts in trying to figure out more about the magical structures and manipulating them, terribly unrewarding.
Until one day, anyway.
Vergil wakes with an itch along his veins, a fierce hunger deep in his chest that would send him reeling were he not already prone. He lets out a low, slow breath — and it comes as more of a growl than he'd intended, taking him by surprise. It takes longer than he's comfortable acknowledging to realize: this is familiar. This is right.
Slamming his fist into Dante's door is met with silence; either his brother isn't present or prefers to sleep. He hates how desperate he is to confirm what he's feeling, that the faintest ripple of scales across his forearm isn't just a hallucination. Dante would be able to confirm in a heartbeat — but fine. There's one other here who he knows will help him test this out.
He doesn't bother with sending a message to allow Nero time to prepare; instead, Vergil makes himself presentable and storms out the door to find wherever the van might be parked this time. Once he does find it, he once again starts banging his fist against the door. ]
Nero. Wake up.
Who: Nero (
sassery) and Vergil (cecidit)Summary: some good ol wrassle boys wrasslin'
[ He's grown used to the tedium, he realizes one day.
Vergil keeps meticulous count of how long they've been trapped in Asgard, the many different methods he's tried (and failed) to reach inside of himself for any sign of the dormant demon trapped within. He knows that without it, he won't be able to leave this wretched place; without his heritage, without the Yamato's power, they are trapped like lab rats and it grates with every single failed attempt.
There are distractions, of course: the relative peace allows him to actually know the man that is his son, grants opportunities to keep his skills strong by way of near-daily combat with Dante. Harder to get used to has been coming to terms with the existence of his shade, and interacting with the only being among them who knows more about him than he himself does, the demon with his mother's face.
It's not... terrible, but it is terribly boring, and for all the work he puts in trying to figure out more about the magical structures and manipulating them, terribly unrewarding.
Until one day, anyway.
Vergil wakes with an itch along his veins, a fierce hunger deep in his chest that would send him reeling were he not already prone. He lets out a low, slow breath — and it comes as more of a growl than he'd intended, taking him by surprise. It takes longer than he's comfortable acknowledging to realize: this is familiar. This is right.
Slamming his fist into Dante's door is met with silence; either his brother isn't present or prefers to sleep. He hates how desperate he is to confirm what he's feeling, that the faintest ripple of scales across his forearm isn't just a hallucination. Dante would be able to confirm in a heartbeat — but fine. There's one other here who he knows will help him test this out.
He doesn't bother with sending a message to allow Nero time to prepare; instead, Vergil makes himself presentable and storms out the door to find wherever the van might be parked this time. Once he does find it, he once again starts banging his fist against the door. ]
Nero. Wake up.