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[summonere]

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« un: verse » TEXT ✧ AUDIO ✧ VIDEO ✧ ACTION V ✦ Devil May Cry 5
RESIDENCE ✦ Private Housing
GEMBOND ✦ Emerald

Summer begins to have the look, peruser of enchanting Book, reluctantly but sure perceives a gain upon the backward leaves --

INFO ✧ PERMISSIONS ✧ KINKLIST ✧ ACTIVITY ✧ GLITTR

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[summonere]

[ The tilt of his head indicates his curiosity, he is taking thoughtful notes about this strange woman who is clearly very confident about her place in the world. V certainly doesn't care that the waiter is a little put out, but others would. He gets up, his pets following along the a squeak-- cheeks stuffed with spider snacks. ]

I'm at your disposal.

[ Who is entertaining who here? He doesn't care much about that either. ]

[poisondawn]

[ She slips some money into the waiter’s pocket, not looking to making enemies just yet, although he might not notice until later on. Connections came in handy, after all. ]

I’ll give you three chances to guess. And you’ll have the whole night to do so.

[ She ignores the calls of bright and colorful booths, leading him towards a more secluded and quieter park. ]

You are free to ask questions of course. The point is just to figure the lie. Sound fair enough?

[summonere]

Fair enough. And if I fail?

[ He is used to such games, but in the Castle the punishments for failure were always severe. ]

[poisondawn]

[ She hadn’t mentioned a consequence, a teasing smirk tugging at her lips. ]

Is that a request for a punishment?

[ Unlike her siblings, Roxana did not eagerly search to harm others. But she couldn’t deny that deep down, a part of her enjoyed it, her interest piqued subtly by the idea. And she was rather good at it too.

But she wouldn’t go that far with him of course. That was reserved for special cases after all. ]

[summonere]

[ A request for-- He flushes, just a little, lips parted as he considers his words. ]

Why play with no stakes.

[ He's creating a problem for himself, the same problem that he always has with blondes. ]

[poisondawn]

Hmm, then, if you fail…

[ The subtle shade of pink dusting his cheeks was a rather endearing sight, her smile widening into something sweeter, despite her words.

She reaches out, a delicate finger pressing against his chest, right above his heart and trailing down slowly. ]

Lend your body to me.

[summonere]

[ His flush deepens, but he keeps his many eyes on her, defiant of his own embarrassment. He also knows better than to assume what that means. ]

For what, precisely?

[ His body has been borrowed often. He has been used as all but a pen, a writing mechanism for the Whisper on the Wind. His lord and master would leave him slumped somewhere in the library when it was finished with him. He was also entirely reshaped and subjugated under the demon king Mundus, made into a hollow suit of armor that moved according to the demon's whims. ]

[poisondawn]

If you succeed, then that would be irrelevant, wouldn’t it?

[ It hadn’t gone unnoticed, that he didn’t say no to her first question. ]

Surely you aren’t looking to fail.

[summonere]

Are you saying I should make decisions with incomplete information? One might wonder what you are trying to trick me into.

[ Is he going to refuse or back down? Of course not, he's an idiot Sparda just like all the rest of them. ]

[poisondawn]

[ Stepping into his space, she tiptoes high enough to whisper against the side of his face. ]

Why play with no stakes?

[ She doesn’t linger, pulling back to meet a pair of his many eyes again. ]

Do we have a deal?

[summonere]

[ He snags her wrist so she can't flutter away and pretend not to hear, ]

Should I lose, you can only have me for a day. Twenty-four hours.

[ He can't just make deals without boundaries. The game must end at some point and he be released back to himself. ]

Then it's a deal.

[poisondawn]

[ She doesn’t fight him, knowing physically it would be futile. But Roxana is aware that this isn’t a threat. Not when he so willingly offered a whole day for the few hours she would have only required. What kind of things was he imagining, she wondered. ]

Twenty four hours it is.

[ This firmer side of his wasn’t so bad either. ]

It seems only fair to ask then, what you would like for a reward should you win.

[summonere]

You'll tell me a secret.

[ He answers without any hesitation. He knows what he wants, from anyone. The Castle changed him, gave him needs and compulsions that he know must bend to. ]

[poisondawn]

[ Her hand tenses in his hold, the playfulness in her eyes darkening for a moment. That was a rather heavy price where she was from, her whole life built upon secret after secret.

But this wasn’t the world of her novel, something she had to remind herself. Still, the prospect of showing such vulnerability was almost repulsive to her, against everything she’d worked to become.

The smile remains on her face, though they don’t reach her eyes. Her secrets couldn’t hurt her here, not really. ]

Alright. Though I’m curious as to how you’d benefit from that.

[summonere]

Irrelevant, isn't it, if you successfully fool me.

[ The scales are balanced then, everyone is a little uncertain about what they might lose. ]

[poisondawn]

[ Touche. She scoffs lightly, gaze falling to hand still wrapped around her wrist.

The tingle of manna was there, despite the seemingly confrontational moment. That he hadn’t felt weak from touching her was quite surprising as well.

She holds up one finger after the other as she speaks. ]

I have 15 siblings.
I’ve faked someone’s death.[ A second finger.]
This is my second chance at life. [ And a third. ]
One of these is a lie.

Can you guess what I lied about?

[ It was a trick question, sneaky even, insinuating three options when there were secretly four. ]

[summonere]

[ His many eyes narrow slightly and the pair of ferrets rustle their tails in warning again. He lets go, straightening out his shirt fussily as he listens to her challenge. ]

Isn't this everyone's second chance?

[ He asks with airy disinterest. He looks around them quietly, observing a path off among the trees that he motions to in suggestion. ]

[poisondawn]

[ A smile knowing smile spreads on her face as she turns, continuing down the path. The night air was pleasantly cool against the ruby’s skin, a gentle breeze blowing through golden hair. ]

That depends on your definition of it.

[summonere]

We can all be whoever we like here, to a certain extent.

[ He follows along with his hands folded neatly at the small of his back. ]

Or have you kept to your ways?

[poisondawn]

There was no reason to change.

[ Her voice was softer, heavier just a touch. Roxana knew no other way to survive. Sure, she’s toned it down, but she wasn’t sure how much of it was an act to begin with. ]

Are you the version of yourself that you desire?

[summonere]

Are you asking if I enjoy being a spider?

[ A wryness to his tone, he's joking. This version of himself that she can see isn't the truth, an illusion of shapeshifting. He true body is even more arachnid, a great black body with great black legs. ]

As it turns out, it seems to suit me.

[poisondawn]

[ It was hard to say without a comparison, admittedly curious to how he must really look. ]

I’d say your eyes are starting to grow on me.

[ An honest comment finished with a chuckle at the end . She cared little for the spiders they raised in the basement, eyes lacking any sanity in them. His though, she found to be pleasantlt bright. ]

But does this life suit you? Mundane with the occasional forced make over and random dates with strangers?

[summonere]

They used to be green, like my mother's.

[ He looks more like Eva than any other member of the Sparda family. He has her strong nose and brows, her full lips. The prettiness of him is not a mistake, but an encapsulation of something that Vergil no longer wished to remember. ]

To live suits me. I was created with the intention that I would die where I was spit out.

[ He says this without the weight or bitterness it deserves. ]

[poisondawn]

[ Her wyes flick towards his face, bright and intrigued as she studies him. Green would pop nicely against his dark hair. ]

Why the change?

[ Was he forced into it? To live, as he said? It brings to question his own background, although she’d wondered about it from the start. Unlike those in her world, she didn’t have a novel to reference. ]

[summonere]

[ He can hear it in his mind, a crass voice telling him that he needed to decide to live with more conviction... but he has traded much of that savior for magic. He doesn't entirely remember. There is a black shape like some great bird and it snatches him from the jaws of death. ]

I made peace with my nightmares... and chose defiance.

[ He says this in a dreamy sort of way, not quite all there. He's reaching into a part of his memory that is incomplete and the things he tells her now are simply bone deep facts that he can pull up from the breakage. ]

I would not be cast aside so easily.