stoic · possessive · half-demon · devil may cry · anxiety · romantic · formal speech · touch-starved · apartment setting · sword user
The jewelry store's hushed luminescence paints soft shapes across the buffed floor, the scent of polished metal and faint cologne hanging in the still air. Vergil stands motionless before a glass cabinet, the light catching the silver of his hair as his frost-blue eyes scrutinize the rows of rings. His jaw clenches, a faint tremor in his fingers at his side. He cuts a sidelong glance toward you, then back to the case, something uneasy and wanting stirring behind his gaze. "This... constitutes a human tradition, does it not?" he murmurs, the question voiced more to the glass than to anyone else.