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#DONT YOU HAVE A TROUPLE TO ESTABLISH OLD MAN WITH UR BONEGUY AND HOTDRAGONWIFE

' shouldn't you be in school right about now? ' B(

XXII ███   ＂OHMYGODDD YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD me that you got a outside day at the old folk's home i would have come & picked you up for this outing♥＂

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Vergil's hands have always been rated E for everyone tbh.

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OKAY so if you'd like to send a meme in, please feel free. If you'd like to do a little bit of plotting and such, give this a like (you're also more than welcome to ask for my dis/cord)

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"just write a little every day" ok but what if i write nothing for 3 weeks and then suddenly type like i’m being hunted by god

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New Skin ♡ V E R G I L ♡ ↳ : TEPPEN

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❝ He loves you , you know . ❞ It comes as a whisper of sound , the soft approach of the silver woman carrying a porcelain cup akin to that of a spectre . A visage that could dissipate from your grasp should you exhale too sharply . Smile paints across the sweep of her lips , gaze downturned towards the drink before they turn towards the blue devil . Hands lift , offering the cup to him ( darjeeling , a mentioned favorite ) in hopes that it would prove sufficient enough as a notion of peace between them . ❝ I can't remember a time he didn't speak highly of you . Even after you – ❞

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄'𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐑 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑 ,   the way that she moves ,   the murmur of her heart   (  too soft ,   too weak ,   to be beating within a living humans chest ) ,   the scent of DEATH that clings to her skin & very being .   The Devil knows she's there before she speaks ,   head barely turning aside to glance at her ,   before lowering gaze to the cup held within her hands   (  scarred ,   obscenely so ,   yet hers are the hands that string together delicate arts .   A master of her craft  ) .   Her voice ,   the promise of spring's bloom after the cold winter nights ,   a balm that smooths over the ravaged parts of a soul .   It's mesmerizing ,   the effects she has on the world around her ,   yet memory reminds them of Grimmjow's words ,   of the smile that never dissipates  &  the kindness that is given to a world that turned its back on her .   How curious ,   that there had been no attempt to turn against it all ,   to forsake humanity with the knowledge that there would be little to no opposition   (  or so the Devil would believe  ) .   The time that trods between them feels too long as the cup remains within her hold ,   &  he can tell that there is that moment's deliberation of whether or not she had made the right call to approach him when lost in thoughts .   The building tension soon enough dispelled as gloved hands lift to take the cup ,   fingers gently grazing over her own   (  skin as cold  &  lifeless as bitter stone ,   though their seeming frailty akin to that of fragile porcelain  ) ,   an acknowledgement of what it was that she sought ,   though keenly aware of the needlessness of it when faced with the growing familiarity between them .

Colorless gaze lifts to hers ,   searching ,   allowing a soft exhale from lungs in the form of a gentle SCOFF .   Silence ensues in the seconds after ,   drawing the cup closer  &  lifting rim to lips .   Darjeeling .   Curious that she would have known to bring him this blend without prior knowledge of those few teas that were highly sought after .   Though ,   is it so strange ?   As they listen to her continue ,   it dawns on them that the knowledge would have had to have been imparted on her by someone that knew the Devil's particular tastes   (  as close as Dante claimed to be to the elder ,   the particulars of loose leaf seemed to often elude him  ) .  

                          Grimmjow .

Single sip taken before it begins its descent ,   though it pauses momentarily in its trajectory as he glances back over towards Ebony .   Jaw setting at the hesitation of the word's subject that surrounds them day in  &  day out .   A quiet prompt to give voice to the weight she fears bringing to their conversation as bottom of cup CLINKS against saucer .     

                    ❛    ────   Died .    ❜        No reason was there to shy away from the truth they both were well aware of .   The black STAIN that had smeared a large majority of their life ,   the hollow knight that followed the orders of none other than the being that had carved out the humanity that had resided ,   molding it by hand into something more PALLETABLE  &  OBEDIENT .   Remnants of a soul remained regardless ,   with the looming threat of being consumed ,   eradicated ,   forgotten .   The only mercy ,   was the destruction of the walking prison  &  near destruction of their soul .   A final HEARTBEAT drowned out by echoing screams  &  the strike of metal against the cold stone ground  (  a brother left without half their being ,   without having known the grave sin until it was too late  ) .   In one place ,   events led to another ,   in juxtaposition ?   Two souls had continued to bond even in the face of ABSENCE .  

He looks to her then ,   carefully scanning her features as she glances to him  (  shock ?   Astonishment ,   perhaps ?   at the brazen admittance of their brief departure from this life  ) .   Low hum exudes from them ,   shifting gaze towards the cup in their hand  &  allowing finger to uncoil from the handle ,   thumb  &  forefinger gently rubbing together pensively .   That Grimmjow continued to hold the Devil in high regard is what struck him at most ,   ODD ,   if only due to the nature of disappearance ,   to have effectively been left ABANDONED by the Devil  (  through no intentional means ,   especially not for so long  ) .   

                    ❛    I believe he may underestimate how sentimental he can actually become .   Counterintuitive to the claim that he has no heart .    ❜        Harshness is immensely dulled ,   left only with the soft ember of warmth that tone oft finds itself bereft of .   Softness had never been familiar to them ,   a foreign behavior that was all too often attributed with WEAKNESS ,   yet here they stand as living proof of where true weakness had lay   (  a contusioned heart being the last thing to contribute to those baseless accusations  ) .   Form gradually SHIFTS from the woman ,   though not without the brief hesitation that stutters movement .   He deliberates on whether or not there should be words of COMFORT exchanged in the prompted topic ,   that perhaps she sought confirmation from the Devil himself on the state of their feelings towards the arrancar .        ❛    To be speaking of me even in absence ,   it's difficult to imagine .    ❜        Voice lowering to a near murmur ,   fingers gently running over the ridged design adorning the side of the teacup in hand .   There had been those mentions ,   where loneliness had set in  &  company sought in the form of a particular tender-hearted woman .   In a past not too long ago ,   there would have been the harsh judgement of such a FOOLISH desire ,   in seeking companionship in another rather than finding the capability to stride forth  &  dispense of a memory that no longer maintained its tangibility .   Now ?   Vergil finds no fault in the the decision   (  had come to mistakenly accept the passage of time  &  the growth of another  ) ,   though now it continuously seems to shift  &  change as days are spent in company of two souls rather than one .   An unprecedented development ,   but one that he did not find himself opposed to the more he came to learn of the melancholic woman .

Eyes drift back towards her ,   as hands lightly fold before her in meeting the Devil's gaze .   Where he would have expected her to look away ,   she instead maintains eye contact even as her posture ever so slightly changes under the weight of the Devil's piercing eyes   (  as if they saw right through ,   yet this time they're met with those that understood souls  ) .   This time ,   it is the Devil that lowers their gaze ,   releasing a quiet exhale .

                    ❛    What I have done ,   should have drawn his ire .   That he still found it within himself to ──    ❜        A pause ,   looking back at the pale woman with slanted brows .        ❛    ──   You should realize that he has learned to love you ,   as well .   Do not doubt that .    ❜

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stop being mean to me

No 💞💞

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’ you’re a really tough guy to buy for. ‘ it is said with a profound softness, very much unlike himself and yet grimmjow cannot help but feel a little bit nervous in his own approach. a book in hand. but, it isn’t just any moldering book plucked without care from a shelf. inside the dark blue leather bound cover, it contains many original works of old poetry, some of the pages even yellowing near the sides due to weathering the ages. he holds it out slowly for vergil to take, wrapping anything had never been at the forefront of his mind. yet, he knew somehow that the devil wouldn’t mind. ‘ happy birthday or whatever, ‘

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐈𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐀𝐑 ,        chin lifting from its perch on curled finger as he approaches .   There's something ──   peculiar about the adopted behavior as gaze notably finds itself AVOIDING the Devil .   Brows knitting together ,   book within hold gently claps closed  &  finds itself returned to the space on the shelf it had occupied moments prior to Grimmjow's appearance .   Hand lingers on the spine of the book ,   finding themselves almost suspicious of @destructivourr's behavior ,   before it falls away  &  form faces the man to acknowledge him properly .   Nary a word manages to escape them before met with the comment ,   brows now arching upon forehead at the thought of Grimmjow buying ANYTHING for anyone  (  not that it was an uncommon occurrence ,   but merely that the act of being a gift was one that continuously surprised them  ) .   Arms fold over chest ,   intent to comment building until it comes to a halting stop as item comes into view .   Eyes falling towards the gift that effectively brings mouth to clamp shut as shoulders slightly fall as they unfold from their guarded stance ,   hand slowly extending towards the book that Grimmjow proffers them .   Fingers brush over Grimmjow's ,   the cold of his lingering on the warmth of his own  (  the familiar feeling of death  &  cobwebs  )   as they take the book into their hand .   It's heavy ,   well-preserved throughout the years despite showing the beginning signs of wear on the leather-bound cover .   While the make is something that he finds familiar ,   there is the flitting knowledge that this is a book they have never come across in the past .   Fingertips feather down the leather cover ,  inspecting the floral filigree that curls around the edges .   Poetry of the Flowers .   

    Carefully does a hand lift the cover ,   eyes focused on the words that fill the pages as form slowly turns from Grimmjow ,   the soft scrape of a turning page indicating his further inspection  (  eyes scanning the pages with an insatiable hunger  ) .   A hand delves into the folds of his coat ,   withdrawing a pen that was tucked away within one of the inner pockets ,   before turning the pages back towards the title page  &  putting pen to paper ,   carefully writing own name under underneath the large text that makes up the title .   The scratch of pen ,   ink left to dry as the words find themselves gently spoken .

                    ❛    This  ──   is a grand gift you've given me ,    ❜        head turns towards the man ,   the usual hardness of gaze ,   allowing that rare iota of softness within them .   To have gone out of his way to find a gift worth treasuring ,   to have remembered a day that Vergil barely thought worth celebrating ,   stands as further testament as to the nature of their relationship   (  long withstanding ,   a desire to remain despite tribulations that opposed them every step of the way  ) .        ❛    ──   Thank you ,   Grimmjow .    ❜

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❛ Mm , what might that smile be about ? ❜

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Just know that I'm a great person and forgot that Vergil's birthday was yesterday please clap.

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-- ' ' All that forehead and you still ain't got a single decent thought up there-- ' '

❛ Says the one that's partnered with my brother only to continue questioning whether or not he cares for you . ❜

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virgil where art thyne eyebrows my good lad

Eyebrows are overrated. I suggest getting brow ridges put in instead. You're welcome.

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vergil, please, they turned me into a fed. you have to kill me

bro our character development, it was absolutely butchered. why are you shooting up innocents? why do you have jetpacks in your boots? You've been unbaddiefied :(

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❝ but for you, i will be making an exception. ❞ hiii ^_^

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐏𝐒 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 ,   𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖 .        Eyes flick towards Dante walking beside them ,   sword's blade casually resting on shoulder with the wide grin stretching across expression  (  threatening to split face cleanly in half  )  as he glances over towards the blue Devil .   It feels like it used to ,   with the younger twin becoming the elder's shadow in the attempt to keep close by  &  remain by their side rather than the inversion that had coloured such a large portion of their lives afterwards  (  an attempt to best the red slayer ,   where they had become overshadowed in the grandness of Dante's acts  ) .   They stand as equals ,   as it should have always been ,   &  the eagerness of @devilsparda joining Vergil on this little side quest of theirs only further cemented the desire to keep close when all that had been formed between them in the past were CHASMS .   Bridging the gap after all of these years with the promise of thrilling battles against enemies that dared rise against them .   The thought alone brings corner of lip to curl ,   eyes rolling slightly as gaze turns ahead once more  &  shoulders roll back to regain the usual rigidity of posture .  

                    ❛    Are you attempting to outbest me once again ,   little brother ?   We'll see about that .    ❜

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Anyways here's the artwork everyone please moan with me. X