[ 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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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.