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Those Who are Dead are not Dead (Catch All)

Characters: Valdis and OPEN
Date: Month of October 2015 (2016 in game)
Location: Various
Situation: Various
Warnings/Rating: Various

The departure of the Chihuelans could be called a relief, the tension seemed gone from the city and the Kedan seemed more accepting than ever of the Foreigners. Though her teaching hadn't been utilized, she was certain that they hadn't seen the last of the Chihuelans and that the Justicar and her forces would be back someday, but for now she was thankful for the rest. Now they could focus on the other problems plaguing Keeliai, such as the cultists and the sinking of Tu Vishan.

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It took him back to a time before things went bad. Back to a time when he had just been a boy, happy in life blind to the horrors of the world that he would encase his heart in after his eighth birthday. He played skillfully, not even noticing himself moving along with the music as the song ended. There was more to him than he ever showed, and if anyone knew it it was her. She's seen inside of his soul.

His eyes slowly slid open. "Grazie sorella. Io sono sempre in debito ."

She could feel his happiness, the first time she had truly felt something like that from him. The music was beautiful and she listened in silence. When the music faded, she opened her eyes.

"You owe me nothing," she said simply, "Hearing you play and seeing your smile is enough for me."

How she wished that Dante was here to see his brother smiling.

"You're going to ruin my reputation at this rate." He spoke, and laughed a little, being around Michelangelo certainly made laughter easier for him. It had felt unnatural at first but now he found he felt better when he does. "What kind of tune should I play next for you? I know so many songs. Mother forced us classically trained, Dante challenged me for his modern music. I can do most anything." VErgil half assed nothing he actually cared about.

Vergil had spent so much time being unhappy that to bring him joy lifted her spirits. It felt right somehow, to make others happy and in return she got to hear about the happier days in both his and Dante's lives. That too was a gift.

"I've always been partial to Pachelbel's Canon."

"Alright" He shifted his footing just a bit, the way he does when he fights to, always needing to change how he stands when he does something new. Once he has the bow on the violin again. he let the music flow free, his blue eyes closing as he played. It was good for him to let go of some of the weight, and the hate. It made him see more like Sparda and Dante, see the beauty of the world around him.

The sound was beautiful, just like how Nick used to play back on her world. He had been a professional and she had gone to hear him play many times under an assumed name, a facade. She had always thought that she had simply been using him, but for a memory like this to surface, perhaps she really had cared.

Once this song was done, he looked at her and gave a fond look. "One of Dante's favorite songs I learned young... We used to complete with each other through the bedroom walls to see who could play whatever each of us was playing better." And thus he started playing Kashmir, by LEd Zeppelin.

It was nice to hear about Dante's childhood, but their poor mother must have been overwhelmed by two such competitive boys. It made sense though, considering what she knew of them. She continued to listen, impressed by his ability to put rock songs to his violin.

Oh yes, poor Eva. They were a handful from birth. Luckily each had clung to their favorite parents so she mostly had Dante to deal with while Vegril tried to be a mature 7 year old and help out after Sparda vanished. Once he finished the song he looked back to her moving to carefully place it back in the case.

"Is there anything I can do? Maybe tell you something about your lost love? I don't have much to offer aside from knowledge about the long lost past."

The smile faded at his offer, replaced by a somewhat sad expression. Then she took a breath and her features cleared of emotion.

"I'm moving on, Vergil," she replied softly, "I can't keep dwelling on someone who is gone. It hurts too much."

He nodded softly. Moving over and actually kneeling down before her, to be at eye level where she sat.

"My apologies, I must have been unknowingly making you suffer it longer. I miss him as well, its easier to admit not, but, it may not mean much. I am here, I will stand by you as long as this world will have me. You're the first real friend I've had since my youth." Yeah he has Jackie and Mikey, but she was first. He wanted nothing more than her friendship, even his soul said the same. He was letting go of his darkness.

"You haven't done anything wrong," she replied, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Despite the fact that they were twins, she had never seen Dante in Vergil. His soul had always been different and perhaps that is what made the difference to her and her perceptions of him.

"Thank you," she continued, "For being here for me, I'm glad that I could be here for you as well."

"Maybe not, but it feels as if I did. It doesn't matter." He added after a moment. Keeping his eyes on her he didn't flinch away at the touch of his shoulder he just nodded.

Yes he was very different from his twin. As he so often says, he's the mirror and Dante the reflection. After all, they are more than idenitical they are mirror image twins. It was rare but showed in how each was dominate an opposite hand and how their hair curls the same way at the ends. Vergil though first born was the reflection, his heat was on the opposite side.

"It is my honor Valdis. And as long as its in my power I will remain here for you."

The sincerity she felt in those words made her smile again and after a moment's hesitation, she leaned down to hug him.

"Thank you," she whispered, as she began to pull away, knowing that physical touch wasn't exactly his strong suit.

He returned the hug but was already pulling back by the time she did. She was right, he never was big on being touched.

"You're welcome."

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