#Vergil sitting on the front porch with a book

[thirstforhelmets]

Vergil Loving The Shit Out of His Wife

Even though she childish and bothers him to no end.

Loves getting a rise out of him at every opportunity.

Randomly kisses him but violently cringes whenever he gets back at her with sappy poetry or terms of endearment.

Also he’ll kill anyone who thinks of touching a hair on her head or re-directing their wrath onto her.

That raven that keeps messing with her potted peppers on the front porch though?

Vergil’s cool with them.

[demonicfrustration]

"Absolutely not. He might go quiet and pretend to be polite, but I promise you he's going to blow a fuse." Vee's smile grew easy, his cheeks warming as it spread. No matter what happened, he had his beautiful goof of a fiance to lean on when it was all over. He gave a soft laugh and gave Charlie a gentle bump as he started towards the house.

It was big. Not a mansion, but certainly too big for one person-- Even with Vee living there it still felt empty. The gothic architecture was beautiful and perhaps if it had been full, it'd been a family rather than his father, Vee would have loved it. He did like the porch. For all the grief Vergil gave him, coming out to sit and write during the rain was something he couldn't deny enjoying.

Green eyes flicked up to the camera above the entrance and rolled. "If he's home he knows we're here." he said and pulled his keys from his pocket, unlocking the door to let them in. The inside was uncomfortably immaculate like always. Vee glanced around the front room and hummed quietly, "He might be in his office. If he's busy we still may have a chance to-"

"Kitchen, Vitale." A voice called from down the hall. Vee didn't know whether to deflate or stiffen, but his brow furrowed and his nose crinkled. Shooting Charlie a look somewhere between anxious an annoyed, he started walking again and lead him through the house.

"Welcome home." Vergil was sitting at his kitchen table, a tea pot in front of him as well as a full breakfast and a book. Glancing up, he offered his son a smile before his gaze moved to Charlie. And then the dog. His expression fell. "Il cane che cammina un cane. How fitting." Looking back at the blonde, his gaze took on something bitter. "Charles. Are you joining me for breakfast or simply dropping him off?"

Cut Off || CLOSED

"...Do we have to?"

It was less a question and more just a complaint. He knew they had to. Vee hadn't said a word to his father since that day at the hospital and as if right now, he'd be happy if that continued. But his things were still at Vergil's and while he did have clothes here, a lot of his keepsakes and personal items were scattered between three households and he needed to eliminate that one.

It was for his own good. After everything that had happened between them, from the shooting to their engagement-- He knew for sure. He didn't want anything to do with Vergil or his way of life, it was too much for him. What he wanted was to spend his life growing and blooming with his muse. He wanted to garden, and write, and knit, and do stupid projects, and take classes, and meet Charlie's daughter without the fear of endangering her. That alone had him yearning deeply for a final separation. He wanted his own life, free from his father's sins and diatribes and the consequences they caused.

Tapping his fingers against his thigh, he gave a soft sigh. He could feel the plastic texture of the bandage beneath his pant leg-- The tattoo was healing up nicely and the thought of it and the match on Charlie brought him a little comfort. He'd hardly touched his breakfast, his tea near cold. "...I don't want to see him." he admitted, "I'm afraid he might try to pull something."

@mechanically-disinclined