#vitavitale

[ferineelegance]

Griffon is much the proven hunter when he finds her head of white while the day is yet young. He makes no secret of himself as he hovers before her. "Got something for ya. V says you gotta read the letter before you ask questions." A piece of paper rolled into a scroll is tied to his foot, along with one of those curious red flowers that first sprouted all across the city when the Qliphoth had been digging its roots. They still crop up, amazingly. This one has had its leaves clipped and its thorns pruned, and it is fresh: the morning dew still clings to the folds in its petals. Should Estelle unroll the letter, she would read the following:

Such a flower as May never bore,

I trust Griffon hasn't been waylaid in his delivery, or a fiend eye will read my thoughts in your stead. I am (occasionally) optimistic. I hope this letter finds you well; and if not, makes a better day of a bad one. Writing letters is passé for most, but there is an old charm to it; and I find I can express myself best through writing. Though our paths cross infrequently, know that your memory rests in my mind, and the celebration of life is lost least of all on me. With the gift of an infernal flower, inappropriate though that may be, I wish you good health and joy on your birthday and many happy returns. Perhaps when next we meet, we may together enjoy time spent on the hunt.

(I would urge caution near the flower nonetheless.)

— V

Crystal eyes grew a fraction rounder at the appearance of the outspoken demon, her focus suddenly skewed from the solitary flow of her days. In all honesty, she wasn’t sure how to respond, particularly once concern that Griffon’s arrival was proven to not be some bad omen for his human companion. A simple, mildly bewildered “Thank you” was all she could muster, before reaching to remove the items intended for her. As instructed, the paper was unfolded first, and what it contained only caused further surprise.  Her birthday?... It was a small marvel he remembered something only brought up in passing conversation - or, at least, ‘passing’ as Estelle had seen it. It all felt all the more strange to her, given she certainly wasn’t accustomed to such gestures, or really being noticed at all for that matter. It was difficult for that to happen when there wasn’t really anyone to do said noticing. And yet, She still found herself… touched, to some degree. Though the gift might be small, the care taken with it was clear. Even in the letter so carefully penned and absolutely full of its author’s unmistakable voice. Fondly tucking the paper away with something of a melancholy smile, she turned her eyes briefly to the bloom that had come with it. Appreciating its freshness and the work put in to ‘defang’ it. There was a part of her that questioned if she ought to take such a thing home, but in this case, perhaps, the risk was worth it. How could she not?

“You’ll thank him for me, won’t you?” The smile lingered, as she turned back to the familiar. What a strange feeling, to be ‘celebrated’ but still be alone. In some ways she was warmed, in others, she felt still more isolated.

[corvidamned]

@vitavitale​ | said: ❛ Is there something going on that you need to tell me? ❜

"I haven't been getting much sleep down at the Order..." She should go. She should go? She should go. And yet she can't seem to move, using every muscle to remain nearby, poised in her stance, a hand leaning on the edge of his desk lest she topple over. "And when I'm here, I think of kissing you. And I shouldn't get sad at the idea that you might not want me to." She's quite in the process of crushing her own heart to be smaller and quieter, and less troublesome. "I'd rather it'd be you to direct my attention back to the mission than if they ever found out I'd been consumed by..." Love? "Love."

[absclutezerc]

@vitavitale asked: "'I could lie down like a tired child, / And weep away the life of care / Which I have borne, and yet must bear'." Tongue in cheek, demoralized yet spoken through a reflective smile. The Romantics seemingly knew precisely what V would have to say, and when. // little angst for Dante

   Arms cross over his chest, weight shifting to one foot.

   “What, you think you can just read some words from a book and act like it’s scripture? Mouth of God whispering in your ear, telling you some dumb shit like it’s true? C’mon, V, thought you had at least half a brain in there.”

[marked-for-the-abyss]

@vitavitale - Continued from here​

Victoria spared the brief moment it took to observe how Shadow's form shifted from a clearly solid one to the much more malleable demonic ooze she became. Her past encounters with less hostile members of the demonic race had done some good to steel her nerves around such creatures, even if she did still wish to understand more of how demons such as these familiars worked in case that information ever turned out to be of use. She listened to the infernal fowl as he circled, long legs quickening their strides as she realized how annoying needing to constantly loop back must be for the bird. She also would much rather not be out in the open with a potential liability in her arms for too long, just in case any remaining empusa were lurking about.

     The redhead gave a soft hum of thought when Griffon mentioned that something had V down as of late. Her gaze briefly scanning the features of the sleeping man in her arms before returning to the path ahead as she spoke, ❝So, he's depressed then? I know full and well how that can cause someone to lose the will to eat. If that's the case, then I wouldn't exactly call it nothing. As for how I can help long term, well, I won't know until I'm able to speak with him. However, I do know how to help people recover from this level of starvation — mostly because I've been there before,❞ the last part of that statement said nearly under her breath. Most people wouldn't have been able to make out her words, though the keen hearing of a demon may stand a better chance at making out the full statement.

     ❝You still never told me when the last time he ate was. Knowing how long it's been since there's been anything in him would help me know what his stomach might be able to handle,❞ she pointed out to the devil-bird. ❝As for just patching him up and leaving him to you, well, you honestly sound like you're trying to convince yourself that you've got him as much as you're trying to convince me of it. If you have him, then tell me; What do you intend to do to make sure he doesn't end up like this again? What if the next time he's like this there's a lot more demons than there were today and they all want to take a bite out of him? Sure, you can say you'll be able to fight them all off but, being a demon yourself, I have no doubt you are well aware of how quickly the odds can become overwhelming and how any loss of maneuverability can be someone's undoing. 

      ❝You are not speaking to some hotshot who's new to the business, ignorant to the threats that are really out there. I know very well what could happen upon you, upon him, at the most inopportune moment, when he is most vulnerable. What will you do when you're against those odds and his face is on the ground, Griffon? You won't always have an open sky to retreat to with him. It may not happen every other week but it only takes once,❞ she told the feathered familiar. ❝Those are the situations I'm worried about. I respect his determination, but the recklessness he showed today could get him killed if it keeps up!❞ Her tone shifted into a slightly deeper one as her speech began to quicken with her last statement, betraying just how concerned she was about what she had seen just moments ago. Finally, she was showing a bit of emotion! Though it did not last long as that more emotional response was swiftly suppressed the moment she noticed her tones shifting to less controlled ones. Did seeing someone else pushing themselves towards an early grave hit a bit too close to home for the redhead? Maybe just a bit.

     A sigh crossed her lips as the old, but still quite functional, car she had purchased for use while in the area came into view. The dark grey vehicle already had demonic claw marks adorning its hood and sides. When next she spoke, the redhead's voice had returned to its previous, more measured tones ❝I just don't want to see someone with so much drive get themselves killed. The world can't afford to lose too many good hunters and, if he has allies like the two of you, then he must be a cut above. Now, would you be so kind as to open the back door for me? That car has old lever-style handles so it shouldn't be too difficult for you. Besides, I don't care if you scratch the hell out of it.❞

[monstriiss]

ASK MEME || accepting!

@vitavitale​ said: “And here I thought this couldn’t get any worse.”

“ Don’t be ridiculous, things can always get worse, ” the monster replied with a flippant wave of a long, clawed hand, attention focused on the sky above. To say such a thing was to tempt fate. Thunder cracked over head as the sky steadily darkened, clouds deep purple and pregnant with rain. Her gaze then rested on the black clad warlock at her feet, crimson lips bowed slightly into the subtlest smile as heavy drops began to patter atop their heads. 

“ It’s only rain. ”

[moved-to-phxntomwulf]

@vitavitale​ Liked the Starter Call

"Well...I guess we're done here." A phrase comes off as the man jerks his hand to the side, allowing the demonic blood to fly off onto the nearest wall. In a fluid motion, the one-eyed mercenary sheaths the sword, before looking around. He didn't expect to have any supporters or allies when engaging in this small skirmish and yet he found himself fighting alongside a strange man covered in tattoo's, commanding beasts of darkness that moved forward and attacked everything that they could before he finished them off occasionally. A single glance at the man itself revealed no wounds. Good.

"Thank you." He said, slowly turning towards his surprising ally, nodding in a bit of respect for this man's abilities. There wasn't any more of these demons around, or so it seems, so he didn't really have any qualms in simply remaining in his place but only turning to talk to whoever that was. "Hadn't seen you around before." He adds, a moment later.

[aevyternal]

EXHAUSTED MEME // ACCEPTING  @vitavitale​ whispered:    “Listen, I can … I can get up. It’s fine.

            ❝    You’re  MAD  if  you  actually  believe  I’ll  allow  you  to  stroll  out  of  here  in  the  state  you’re  in .   Sit  still  &  rest  for  a  time  until  you’ve  regained  your  strength .   I  promise  you  that  you  are  in  no  danger  here .    ❞        Her  voice  is  stern ,   though  not  out  of  harsh  cruelty ,   but  rather  coming  from  a  place  of  insistent  concern .   A  thin  breath  leaves  her ,   hand  hooking  around  the  crook  of  his  elbow  &  anchoring  him  with  an  unnatural  strength  belying  what  she  truly  is .  Regardless ,  the  motherly  concern  doesn’t  wane  even  in  the  face  of  his  STUBBORNNESS .             ❝    -------------  The  world  can  wait .   That ,  I  can  promise  you .   ❞

[tsujigri]

@vitavitale​

‘  WHAT?  ‘   and  nero  demonstratively  waggles  his  arm,  flesh  made  false,  the  pink  veneer  consumed  at  once  by  an  explosion  of  ghastly  blues  and  white-red  lines,  claws  erupting  in  place  of  rounded  nails.   he  wiggles  his  digits.  ‘  this  isn’t  weird.  is  this  weird?  this  is  a  little  weird.  ‘

[mamaterasu]

nothing ever lingers for far too long,   it cannot therefore goodbyes are always so bittersweet.  all that remains here is the gentle sway of rainfall.  each droplet laden's thick mists over countless blue horizons,  spraying the earth with rasps of water and feeding thirsty saplings.  rock and stone and moisture fills her senses.  she can sense ruins ahead,  but between this chorus lies another voice and she lays her great grey head down. 

your words are enchanting.   just as the sound reaches his ears so too does a curtain of warm afternoon sunlight spill across his face.  appearing like a dream,  one dream filmed in  golden leaf,  touched by the sound of morning doves filling the bright blue sky.  rain passes,  but the sun remains.   do you have any more  ? 

              CONSTELLATION OF THE HEART   /   @vitavitale​.

[ferineelegance]

● // makes things awkward between them

((from this meme - accepting

"hm... Already mentioned your smile.." She mused, thoughtful finger coming to her lips. The hybrid closes the gap a little, peering up at him, taking in every detail for a handful of moments. "I like your eyes... They really are green, aren't they?"

[daysold]

♒

a symbol for a reception.

accepting. ||| ♒ --- lying to them

     Be still, demonic seeds. 

They, adrift in the midmorning sun, brought      flecks of red to the air. The planes of his cheeks are struck in shadow, his back is bent, his knees are low, the puddle

     Of yesterday’s rain is almost at his ankles. His reflection a warped and    mocking image below. When he lifts his head: still, it is there. Him, but not. Him, made a mockery.

Dust sticks to the blood    tangled in his hair and on his nose. The wearer of mortality, stricken to humble stoop that enraged his every pride, yet he kept his eyes as still as the water, and the reflection therein.

“We’re not so different?” It was worth repeating, as strained as his lungs are. His mouth began to dimple on one side ( a snide, crooked smile ). “Right...

     because we’re       exactly the same.”

[fragilehunter]

//this just in V muns feed on angst and nobody is surprised

[cantusgratia]

{ @vitavitale || s.c. }

“Are you here to deal with the Qliphoth roots?” At first glance, the stranger does not look like someone ready to deal with demons and underworldly creatures alike-- but no mere civilian can be found roaming these root-infested streets at this point in time. Far too dangerous. Kyrie’s willing to bet that he’s here to work on something.

[spatiumferrumsecandi]

@vitavitale

Yamato was wandering, Vergil, no Urizen, needed time to do his own thing. And things felt a bit different since they  had been reunited by force. And he in his own way had grown attached to the youngest Sparda. But if push came to shove, Yamato was meant to be Vergil’s sword. It was just complicated.

The demon sword left when dismissed and wandered, to find something to do. When the other called, he’d return. He hadn’t really been paying attention to where he was going. Maybe to find food, or a place to nap, he let his feet lead him to where ever. 

It wasn’t until he ran into a man he realized he’d been following a scent of another demon, or more than one? He wasn’t sure. The black haired male looked human, but he smelt non-human. Who was he to judge, he looked human but was decidedly not.

“Well, aren’t you a curious one,”

[adrestxaoftwxlxght]

@vitavitale ♡’d for a starter

                  Tiredness swallowed her whole. There was   UNCANNY   peace in the dark  &&   Adrestia liked it   ;   the silence   &&   composure brought her mind to rest from the daily chaos. She wished on drifting away in the world of sweet dreams but instead she was lead to the island of nightmares. This was the place where her past continued to   TERRORIZE   her   &&   took all control of her. She experienced herself being teleported to another dimension. The air around her became thin   &&   thinner until it became almost impossible to breathe. 

                 The Goddess’ body bathed in a shallow pool of water   DEEP   within the Cathedral she resided, filled with Amphitrite’s tears. The tears could heal any wound,   &&   soothed those who covered their flesh with it. It made Adrestia’s nightmares bearable as she slept until the balance of this world had been tampered with once more. The moon appeared between the twin spires of the Cathedral as its light reflected off the glass windows. The water seemed to almost   GLOW   in the moonlight. 

                  She was awakened by approaching footsteps. They echoed   SHARPLY   against the cathedral walls, interrupting the peaceful silence of her slumber. The moonlight that crept through the stained windows fell over her eyes,   &&   slowly they fluttered open. Behind thick   &&  dark lashes, electric purple hues made contact with the moon.  The moonlight shone on the water like a pale band of silver, enveloping naked body completely. The moonbeams were soft, silvery   &&   emanated a   DIVINE   aura of everlasting peace. It coiled its glowing tendrils upon whatever it came across, dipping her in a radiant, hypnotic glow. It showered down as sprinkles of allure   &&   pearly hues, casting   SHADOWS   that bathed in its intrinsic charm. But she could not enjoy its beauty for long, as she heard the footsteps dip themselves in water. Who ever disturbed her slumber was now beside her. 

                  “   You are not one of my worshipers. Who are you,   &&   why have you disturbed my slumber   ?  ”