Citric Acid- Dante in leviathan
He felt like he was in that movie where the people were shrank and injected into that guy's body. Except he didn't have a submarine, which sucked, as it stank in here and he could use the air conditioning.
Though the sub wouldn't be any help unless it was made out of glass or something, what with the pools of acid. And he sure a shell wasn't going to travel in a glass anything unless there was chocolate involved.
He was just full of movie references today.
Mirror – twins
There'd been times when he was a child that he could look into Vergil's face and swear he was staring into a mirror.
They could probably have done their hair just by copying the others movements and watching the results. Sometimes their mother would even dress them in the same outfits, when they allowed the loss of blue and red and she felt confident enough that she could tell them apart without it.
Dante looked into his bathroom mirror, it was nowhere near matching his twin.
Safety – to live without
Safety was his mothers love.
Safety was the faint remembrance of his father's strong hands, an unbreakable shield.
Safety was sneaking to each others beds in the middle of the night and curling up together, snug under one blanket. And the knowledge that family was close by.
It was no wonder Dante always slept with one eye open and a weapon under his pillow nowadays.
Flower – Eva and Sparda
She'd asked him for a gift when he'd sought her permission to court her. One to let her know how much he loved and knew about her.
He'd smiled and nodded, the corners of his eyes crinkling in wry amusement at her challenge.
She'd sat for days waiting for him, fearing some soppy token. Chocolate, perfume and flowers, or God forbid a cuddly toy Things an ordinary woman might value and expect from her beloved. He was only a pretend human after all, and copied his humanity from the real thing.
But a week later she'd unwrapped brown paper to find a flower, exquisitely grafted onto the handle of a revolver in gold. She smiled, and let him know he'd won.
Introduction – Nevan/Dante
He needed no introduction.
He was instantly recognisable, white haired and blue eyed with a killer smile that drove the girls wild.
How they loved him and his music, his songs and the electricity that sparked whenever his fingers strummed the wires. The trained bats that encircled him almost like a lover before zipping over the heads of the crowd. "Let's rock!" he would yell and the show would begin.
Dante sighed and came back to himself from the fantasy, gazing down at Nevan in his arms. "Damn babe, you're wasted with me."
Fade – Devil arms, an explanation for why Dante doesn't use the same ones consecutively in games.
Cerberus lay in his lap, light and willing. A sanchaku that could crush an enemy with a single blow.
But the icy metal was warming, water dripping onto his pants.
Soon Cerberus would just be a piece of metal, not better than what a mortal might forge.
A demons soul as a weapon was a precious prize indeed, but a soul can only be bound to the mortal world for so long before it needed to be free.
I'm doing a 100 theme art challenge on Deviantart at the moment, so I decided to pick out some words for drabbles here.
This is actually a challenge for me, I have a tendency to ramble when writing.