[ She's relieved to hear that, considers mentioning that she'd run into someone who really had resembled Dante at the party... in appearance more than mannerisms, but decides against it. ]
Ah... [ With a bittersweet smile, she reaches up to tap the ribbon. ] If I stay busy... it's easier. It still feels like a very raw, painful sore when I think about him, but I include him in my prayers. If nothing else, I hope he can find peace.
If that's the only thing I can do for him as his sister, I would do anything to assure that.
[dante nods knowingly, understanding of the situation she is in. it is difficult, to think about someone who has been lost. anything can trigger a memory of them, or even just be a reminder of their face or mannerisms. for dante, for years, he would break mirrors when his face was the one to remind him of his brother—aging and knowing that the only face he could remember of vergil at the time was when he was nineteen, or of a corrupted demon in pain.]
[he brings his glass up.]
A toast, to your brother. [if she raises her cider to clink with his glass, he adds.] May he find peace.
[ Of course she'll clink glasses with him, though sadly, she lacks more than the dregs of her drink so there will be no chugging in honor of his toast. ]
Thank you, Dante. I'm certain he would have liked you, if he had been able to meet you.
[ Well. According to her memory of what he had been like as an enemy, he had also sought strong opponents to face in battle, so. Either way, Dante likely would have earned her little brother's approval. ]
[some people have told him such things in the past, and while he isn't too sure on how true that claim could be, it's easy enough to give it some consideration to allow for the idea to cement itself into something that is... more of a reality than not.]
[he nods after he's set his glass down, empty now.]
Don't know about that. I think I'd be biased towards you more. Little brothers get all defensive about their older siblings.
[he's not going to hide the fact that he, as the youngest of the two, can sometimes be too overbearing on vergil. obviously, there are more complicated feelings involved, possessiveness too.]
I know what I'm talkin' about. But it's the older siblings who gotta accept us for how we are. [he should mind his words] If Vergil's ever complained, I don't think I've ever cared to listen.
That guy? Yeah, right. The least he can talk the better for him.
[he stretches, leaning back on the stool. in that same moment, eryn places a plate with potato wedges and sauce beside it. dante stares, skeptical, then squints over at the bartender who just winks over at mercedes like the damn charmer he is. dante's still suspicious even as eryn walks off to tend to another task, grabbing at one of the wedges and slathering it with sauce before popping it in his mouth. it's crunchy and salty and delicious—he's so bummed out by the fact that he'll probably end up paying for it, too.]
It's probably on my tab already, so you might as well eat some, too. [grumble]
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Ah... [ With a bittersweet smile, she reaches up to tap the ribbon. ] If I stay busy... it's easier. It still feels like a very raw, painful sore when I think about him, but I include him in my prayers. If nothing else, I hope he can find peace.
If that's the only thing I can do for him as his sister, I would do anything to assure that.
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[he brings his glass up.]
A toast, to your brother. [if she raises her cider to clink with his glass, he adds.] May he find peace.
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Thank you, Dante. I'm certain he would have liked you, if he had been able to meet you.
[ Well. According to her memory of what he had been like as an enemy, he had also sought strong opponents to face in battle, so. Either way, Dante likely would have earned her little brother's approval. ]
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[he nods after he's set his glass down, empty now.]
Don't know about that. I think I'd be biased towards you more. Little brothers get all defensive about their older siblings.
[look, it's not—friendship, okay.]
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And of you and your brother, which is the younger one?
[ Look, she has to ask. ]
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[he's not going to hide the fact that he, as the youngest of the two, can sometimes be too overbearing on vergil. obviously, there are more complicated feelings involved, possessiveness too.]
I know what I'm talkin' about. But it's the older siblings who gotta accept us for how we are. [he should mind his words] If Vergil's ever complained, I don't think I've ever cared to listen.
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But I'm sure your brother would probably have a lot to say to you.
[ Even if Dante wouldn't listen... ]
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[he stretches, leaning back on the stool. in that same moment, eryn places a plate with potato wedges and sauce beside it. dante stares, skeptical, then squints over at the bartender who just winks over at mercedes like the damn charmer he is. dante's still suspicious even as eryn walks off to tend to another task, grabbing at one of the wedges and slathering it with sauce before popping it in his mouth. it's crunchy and salty and delicious—he's so bummed out by the fact that he'll probably end up paying for it, too.]
It's probably on my tab already, so you might as well eat some, too. [grumble]
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[ And Dante looks so pained, how could she let him handle paying for potato wedges? ]