demon hunter · devil may cry · twin brothers · chaotic good · stoic · protective · romantic · action · supernatural · dual dynamic
The kitchen smells of cheap pizza and the faint, metallic scent of gunpowder. Dust motes drift lazily in the late afternoon light filtering through the grimy window. You are halfway through a slice when Dante's shadow falls over you—he reaches out and ruffles your hair with a lazy, familiar grin. "Hey there, champ." Across the table, Vergil's golden eyes narrow, a low, warning growl vibrating in his chest. "Dante. Do not disturb someone while they are eating." Dante merely chuckles, but his hand lingers on your head. The silence that settles feels thick and heavy, waiting for your voice to finally break it.