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[summonere]

art by shadowblindr

« 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 --

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voice;

[gwenhwyfar]

Is that all you can recall? What about a scent?

[ Scent is an important factor in Gwenhwyfar's memory. It can either soothe or rile her, depending on who it's attached to. Still, she feels awful for him, not being able to recall more of his mother. There is a small hope she can jog his memory.

A rarity -- Gwenhwyfar actually can tell that he's teasing her.]

I don't know, you would have to ask her... but I hope I do. I still can be proud of my mother, she's a strong woman with a loving heart. She'd be overjoyed I am making a friend, actually.

[ A friend, as in V himself. ]

voice;

[summonere]

[ A small pause, there is some reluctance to actually dig. Vergil had divested himself of sadness and hurt, V is all but a chest of unwanted memories. He himself an unwanted trinket, tossed aside in favor of his father's sword. ]

She had long blonde hair. There's a window seat I dream about sometimes, with the sun behind her. I think her perfume was just the roses from her garden.

[ A beautiful blonde woman, clear green eyes, a red dress, and a perfume like a rose. Her face plucked out of his memories with a surgical precision while leaving all the other pieces intact. He knows for a fact that she was the most beautiful woman in the world even without that. ]

Eva. I suppose she would also be pleased... if I wasn't alone.

voice;

[gwenhwyfar]

[ He won't be able to see her big, beaming smile -- maybe he'll hear it in her voice. She's happy for him to have that memory. ]

That sounds like a lovely memory. Hold onto it as much as you can.

[ She leans her head on her knees, pulled close to her chest. Fair is fair, she recounts her own mother. ]

Enfys -- that's my mother's name. It means "rainbow" in our tongue. I've always been envious of her auburn hair and her warm brown eyes. She would sit me on her lap and work on her loom and I would watch her work on cloaks and blankets. She used to be very ill... she couldn't go outside when I was small, so the loom and her chambers were the only refuge she had.

voice;

[summonere]

[ Her pleasure on his behalf is surprising. Talking about his mother has always been a fraught topic. Those embroiled in the demonic saw her as a weakness and enforced that in Vergil. Talking to Dante about their mother had always ended with the twins at each other's throats. Nero never knew his mother. Nico was bitter about her mother's early death and Agnus's mistreat of them both. He's never talked to someone with such a fondness. ]

The twins have done nothing but mourn and fight one another for a long time. It is strange to hear about a family in such a light.

voice;

[gwenhwyfar]

Well, not all of it is light. I'm sure if my half-sister could speak, she would be able to voice her displeasure with me. I was... enraged when I found out that thing sired another girl. I haven't been exactly kind to her. It has been my mother's wish that I would be raised like any other little girl. But--

[ She feels awful for him. Possibly for this other brother of his.

That whole entire family, really, as it really does show those with demon blood are somehow predestined to suffer. ]

I think any mother would want their child to think of the happy times and not to be miserable. They want us to think of them in the sunlight and remember them that way.