[ Their heart hasn't stopped beating like a storm in their chest for some time now, between the battle they'd just fought and now this, but this is a sort of impassioned moment that they vastly prefer over combat.
He wears a smile well. Perhaps his smile would only grow, now, as they unwind their arms from around him and lean just the slightest degree away so that they can press their hand to their chest and cast a healing spell on themself, now that mana runs through them once more. ]
...Oh? Your priority?
[ Their gaze flicks back up at him as the healing magic washes over their body, sealing their yet open wounds, brow quirked at his words. It's not as if they'd come to know Vergil as a shy man, but his confidence had thus far been placed in things like strength and fighting and slicing up fruits at the beach. To have it instead directed at them in this way takes their breath away, makes their heart swell with excitement, their lips slant into a grin. ]
And how do you intend to achieve that, Master? How are you going to hold my interest? My attention?
[He says, even his eyes wander to note the way Vaer heals themself, their wounds stitching together as injuries convalesce. Another wash of relief overcomes him, knowing they're truly recovering, even if the idea of healing had been temporarily secondary in the face of everything else.
Vergil isn't the sort that teases all too often, but he does make the effort to affect at... consideration, anyway.]
But should you grow tired of me in the future, what would spark that interest once more, I wonder? Music? More wine? [Leaning in slighty-] Maybe another kiss or two?
[ He's right, he does have Vaer fairly rapt at the moment. Though they had been engaged in their own respective fights up until this point, they were no doubt impressed and amazed by how he fought against Caster's master. This victory would not have come to fruition without his own strength and power.
Yet they appreciate his attempt at matching their wit with wit all the same, making no moves to shy away from his proximity as he leans in. ]
You've the right idea with any and all of those things, darling.
[ Unwilling to resist any longer, they avail of "another kiss or two" right there and then as the healing spell fizzles out. Oh, but it's entirely new to them, this feeling - that regardless of what takes place in this moment, they will wake tomorrow and still be here with Vergil. They will still be... Well, Master and Servant, but it's for the best not to think too hard about that arrangement at the moment and to simply focus back in on the feeling of his lips against theirs. ]
[Music and wine, then. Certainly on the right track. And "another kiss or two" just happens to be coming into play right now, and if he truly wanted to slip a quick quip in, he might say that with Vaer's clear eagerness, he's off to a good start so far.
But what do words matter? So very little in the face of one more kiss, pressing their lips together again, indulging in the simple fact that each other exist, theyâre there for each other, at least until the next day comes to pass. Thatâs all that matters.
This one is no less impassioned as the ones before. If nothing else, the presence of mind bolstered by a healed body only allows him to taste them more deeply, bringing a hand up to rest gingerly against Vaerâs neck. Yes, it would seem theyâre both feeling quite better now.
The next step would be to leave this dilapidated warehouse behind... but they can have this moment for a little bit.]
[ The press of his fingers against the back of their neck sparks a heat within them that truly dispels any remaining weariness from their battle with Caster and his Master. Vaer had always known Vergil to be a dangerous man, his severity and attitude and thirst for battle painting a very clear picture... But like this, he is dangerous in an entirely different way, and one that Vaer had not anticipated despite their constant teasing and flirting leading up to this point.
The kiss breaks before too long, however; Vaer isn't quite interested in continuing this out here, in the rubble, the aftermath of Caster's defeat still hanging heavily in the air around them. ]
...We should make our way back and rest...
[ ...Before they forget, entirely, that they are in the midst of a war that could spell their demise at any moment, especially enraptured as they are with one another out in the open like this. ]
[The kiss breaks, and it'll always feel too soon. But logic, eventually, has to creep in between the cracks of an impassioned moment, never mind how much either would like for it to stretch on and on and onâ
He inhales, forces his awareness outward. The crumbled state of the warehouse. Proof of battle strewn around them. A war, still ongoing, stopping for no oneâs amorous moments. Vaerâs right. Vergil responds on the exhale.]
âŚYouâre right.
[And so, finally, Vergil stands â his body far less thrumming with pain and injury than only minutes before, and offers Vaer a hand up. The warmth and fondness still thriving, caged in his chest, has not left, though he might keep it reined in just enough to say-]
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He wears a smile well. Perhaps his smile would only grow, now, as they unwind their arms from around him and lean just the slightest degree away so that they can press their hand to their chest and cast a healing spell on themself, now that mana runs through them once more. ]
...Oh? Your priority?
[ Their gaze flicks back up at him as the healing magic washes over their body, sealing their yet open wounds, brow quirked at his words. It's not as if they'd come to know Vergil as a shy man, but his confidence had thus far been placed in things like strength and fighting and slicing up fruits at the beach. To have it instead directed at them in this way takes their breath away, makes their heart swell with excitement, their lips slant into a grin. ]
And how do you intend to achieve that, Master? How are you going to hold my interest? My attention?
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[He says, even his eyes wander to note the way Vaer heals themself, their wounds stitching together as injuries convalesce. Another wash of relief overcomes him, knowing they're truly recovering, even if the idea of healing had been temporarily secondary in the face of everything else.
Vergil isn't the sort that teases all too often, but he does make the effort to affect at... consideration, anyway.]
But should you grow tired of me in the future, what would spark that interest once more, I wonder? Music? More wine? [Leaning in slighty-] Maybe another kiss or two?
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Yet they appreciate his attempt at matching their wit with wit all the same, making no moves to shy away from his proximity as he leans in. ]
You've the right idea with any and all of those things, darling.
[ Unwilling to resist any longer, they avail of "another kiss or two" right there and then as the healing spell fizzles out. Oh, but it's entirely new to them, this feeling - that regardless of what takes place in this moment, they will wake tomorrow and still be here with Vergil. They will still be... Well, Master and Servant, but it's for the best not to think too hard about that arrangement at the moment and to simply focus back in on the feeling of his lips against theirs. ]
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But what do words matter? So very little in the face of one more kiss, pressing their lips together again, indulging in the simple fact that each other exist, theyâre there for each other, at least until the next day comes to pass. Thatâs all that matters.
This one is no less impassioned as the ones before. If nothing else, the presence of mind bolstered by a healed body only allows him to taste them more deeply, bringing a hand up to rest gingerly against Vaerâs neck. Yes, it would seem theyâre both feeling quite better now.
The next step would be to leave this dilapidated warehouse behind... but they can have this moment for a little bit.]
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The kiss breaks before too long, however; Vaer isn't quite interested in continuing this out here, in the rubble, the aftermath of Caster's defeat still hanging heavily in the air around them. ]
...We should make our way back and rest...
[ ...Before they forget, entirely, that they are in the midst of a war that could spell their demise at any moment, especially enraptured as they are with one another out in the open like this. ]
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He inhales, forces his awareness outward. The crumbled state of the warehouse. Proof of battle strewn around them. A war, still ongoing, stopping for no oneâs amorous moments. Vaerâs right. Vergil responds on the exhale.]
âŚYouâre right.
[And so, finally, Vergil stands â his body far less thrumming with pain and injury than only minutes before, and offers Vaer a hand up. The warmth and fondness still thriving, caged in his chest, has not left, though he might keep it reined in just enough to say-]
Letâs leave here.