Sit Your Ass Down
Nero doesn't know how to take a break. He's always out on a mission; if there isn't one for him, he runs around doing errands or training. Usually, this wouldn't be a problem for anyone but it was starting to become a problem for him. Nero was starting to slowly get sick and while he did his best to ignore it, you and Dante could no longer.
"Nero, sweetie, I think you need to sit and rest for a bit," you say.
"No, no, I'm fine. I really need to get to this job," he dismisses you, softly pushing past you to the kitchen.
You follow the boy, watching him make a quick sandwich before stuffing it in his mouth as he puts everything away. He took a bit of it as he walked back into the living room, looking around for his stuff.
"Nero, have you even properly eaten in the last week?" Dante asks.
"These sandwiches are enough," Nero replies, holding up the half he had left before finishing it.
"Nero, I'm serious, you need to rest," you say.
"Auntie, I promise I'm fine," Nero says, reaching past you to grab his jacket on one of the chairs.
"Nero, I'd listen to your aunt if I was you," Dante says.
You nod, stepping in front of the boy to keep him from moving any further. "Stop and sit."
"You two worry way too much," Nero says. "I'm ok. Now, let me get to this job." He places a kiss on your forehead and gives you a quick hug before trying to get out the front door.
"Nero Alexander Sparda, you sit your ass down right this minute!" you yell.
Nero immediately freezes. You never full-name dropped him unless he absolutely messed up and he absolutely did. He lets go of the door and quickly took a seat on the old tattered sofa Dante has yet to replace due to sentimental value.
"That's much better," you say. "Now, you are going to go up to your room and change while I make you dinner. And don't you dare think about sneaking out. Your father is watching."
Nero turns to the stairs to see Vergil standing just at the top, arms crossed over his chest with a gentle glare on his face.
Nero gulped, turning back to you, and nodded. "Yes ma'am."
You smiled, placing a kiss on his forehead before disappearing into the kitchen.
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Nero soon emerged downstairs once more after a shower and changing back into his pajamas. He joined his father and uncle in the lounge, laying down on the couch as his father took the recliner nearby.
Dante sat at his desk, feet kicked up with a magazine in hand. He looks up at his nephew, a smirk spreading across his face.
"What's so funny old man?" Nero asks.
"You really thought you could get past your aunt?" Dante asked, flipping the page of his magazine. "You know how that woman is. I can barely get past her."
"Yeah but you're also a simp," Nero replies.
"For that woman, any day," Dante smiles. He removes his feat from his desk as he hears a faint noise from the kitchen that meant you were done.
Your voice fills the room as you walk in with three plates, one for each of your boys. You give Dante his first, receiving a kiss and a "thank you, love," from the man as you set his plate on his desk.
You walk over and set Vergil's plate on the nightstand next to him. Vergil gives a quiet "thank you," before book marking his page.
You stand before Nero, the boy having sat up as he watched you make your way around the room.
He shrinks beneath your stern glare, looking up apologetically. "I'm sorry."
"I know you are sweetheart," you reply. You set the plate down on the coffee table in front of him before sitting down next to the boy.
While he may be 20 now, he would always be the little 8-year-old you met when you first met the twins.
You ran a hand through the boy's hair, he instinctively leaned into your touch and a low purr emitted from him.
"When I say you need to rest, you rest. Not weeks after when I have to yell," you say.
Nero nods, sitting up as you stop messaging his scalp.
"Now eat. I know you're probably really hungry."
As if to confirm it, his stomach growls. A smile spread across your face as you get up to leave the boy to eat.
You later walk out with your own plate, dragging a chair over to sit next to Dante behind his desk. Both of you look out at your family, Dante still wondering why you'd ever choose this but glad that you did.
Vergil had finished his food, the plate completely clean sitting on the nightstand. Nero had also finished, the boy now laying back with an arm over his eyes.
"He called me a simp," Dante mumbles.
"Because you are one," you reply. Dante smiles, giving you a kiss.
"Yes, but he will always adore you the most," Dante replies.
And Nero would, even if he didn't like to admit it. You were his closest thing to a mom and he would do anything for you, even if it killed him.
From the mere mention of his ideals, Nero shifted but didn't seem to wake. You smile, thanking whatever force brought you to meet that little 8-year-old on that one chilly autumn day and made you one with this family.
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ?
the ghost of the damned
you rot with the need for something more than what you have. the ghost is built up of the feeling of stagnation. you find it staring at the ceiling with sleep - blurred vision ; this is the third night you have met its eyes in the early hours of the morning. you tear yourself apart looking for comfort, for validation, for acceptance. but it never feels quite enough. you ruin everything you touch, despite every attempt to be more than what you have always been. you would sculpt yourself as something perfect for those around you, but you are no artist. when albert camus wrote, “be silent, heart; there is no hope!” when lucille clifton wrote, “maybe i should’ve wanted less. maybe i should’ve ignored the bowl in me, begging to be filled.” when taylor swift said, “i’m still on that tightrope, i’m still trying everything to get you looking at me.”
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something something about Dante’s immediate response to the inscription on the Gates of Hell:
…and how Virgil identifies this as cowardice that he must abandon, and how the early circles (the Uncommitted Masses, the Virtuous and Intellectual Pagans, and those who fell for “lust”/love) are the ones Dante feels the most sympathy for, the most of an inclination towards (Dante’s own political life….Aristotle is the “maestro di color che sanno”, “master of those who know”, and his work is arguably the real foundation for the structure of the text, and of course everyone mocks him for the shades of Homer and Virgil including him…and of course, the Dante of the Vita Nuova, who sang the sweet new style of courtly love)…
so that, when, with if not terror, at least trepidation, he asks Francesca what could possibly have lead her into sin, and she says Literature…
…it’s always the drama of the text, the tale being told, that none of the jokes or fetishizing of the structure ever even begins to touch. (you’d think people who took pop fiction seriously would be able to relate to this more! Dante did!) and of course, finally, Virgil’s pride when finally Dante stops identifying with the sinners—-when the sins have grown so large that Dante “correctly” just condemns them…but, but that Dante kept in his inclination at all! (poor guy, he relapses a little in the s***** forest, not his fault). Better book than the jokes suggest. I’m triggered on behalf of an old Italian man—-what can I say, I was born in Jersey
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