As The White One Sees It
Cold Winter Morning
She does not know what day it is. She does not care. She just knows it's cold. So cold that Master's grip is shaking. So cold that even his flesh has lost the warm thrum that always pulsated comfortingly against her, reminding her that he was not dead. So cold that his fingers may have even turned blue.
Suddenly she is pointed at someone familiar. She stared down at Master's Brother. She knew Master's Brother's Hand. It was just as warm as Master's. just as Erotically slim and experienced. A fickle part of her longed to be in Master's Brother's hand again.
Ebony would surely yell at her if she found out.
Master was not pointing her at the target with as much ferocity as usual. Was it because he was cold? Was there something wrong with her. Or was it the target, who still hadn't spoken a word? If she could, she would have frowned. Master's Brother stood, watching Master. But it felt like his gaze even melted through her. She wanted to feel his hands.
She had the feeling she was not the only one.
Master's heart seemed to stop. There was nothing. Just a yawning silence. And then it was gone and Master's warmth was thrumming against her frame, warming her right to her core. "Vergil." Master said softly. The whisper was carried on the Wind to Master's Brother's Demonic ears. It was filled with emotion.
She might have felt side for Master. But she was too busy speculating.
Master Vergil smirked. He heard the emotion, he heard the same thing She did. "Dante." he answered, purposely lacking whatever it was that Master wanted to hear. Master shuddered, almost lowering Her, almost forgetting that Master Vergil was an enemy. She wanted to scream t him, to remind him of why they were here.
"It's been a while." Master said instead, trying to cover what he'd let slip. Trying to cover the emotion and pain that was already thick in the air. It chilled her. Something was wrong with Master.
"Indeed." Master Vergil whispered, stepping a little closer. She was raised again, a Warning. But Master didn't mean it. In fact, he didn't seem to be paying any attention to her at all. Normally, that might have annoyed her, but something about this situation got her thinking.... Perhaps...? "Haven't you missed me, Brother?"
She was fired, directed at Vergil's feet. It wasn't hard for him to side step the bullet. Master's hand was shaking and cold again. Vergil's words had peirced him somewhere deep. She could almost hear what Master was thinking, spoken to her with every skidding heartbeat. Of course I missed you. Of course.
"Dante." She was fired yet again, this time aimed strait for Vergil's head. He side stepped that too. She almost wondered what was wrong with Master. He was not himself. His hands were still shaking. His breath was ragged as though he'd just been fighting a hundred demons.
But it was Just his brother.... Perhaps?
"Heartless Leech." Master hissed. Vergil smirked, moving closer, his eyes burning. She wanted to melt as he stared, past her, through her, Right into Master. His gaze was so hot, she wanted to be in his hands again.
And for a moment or two, she was, before she was sent flying, only to land with a dull clunk far behind Vergil. "Time to catch up, isn't it, Dante?"
TBC
sighs. I always thought Dante's Weapons had souls of their own. A lot of people do too.