Not Rainy Yet, But Some In Advance
Here's a little Dante and Vergil goodness. Drabble,350 words. Nothing bad, though, just a little of my idea of insight into their childhood together. Very vauge, strange and sad. Re-written twice! (The more, the better) And is now possible to be brought to you thanks to Vergil! Yay! Let's all give 'im a clap and a cookie!
Title: One Rainy Day
Genre:Devil May Cry/ pre-game.
Characters: kid!Dante and kid!Vergil
Warnings: Incredibly cute but sad. I meant it to be a cute rainy day fic, but it wrote itself into this sad little thing! *cries*
Outside, the afternoon was bleak and grey as all the children piled out of the school bus. One after another, kids shoved each other out of the way and pushed the line in front of them to get off and rush home to play. The rain poured out of the sky in marvelous buckets, and all the kids ran about, splashing in puddles, laughing. Kids crowded under each other’s umbrellas, sharing. The world was a game to them. Girls giggled and gossiped, and boys kicked muddy water at each other.
…But two children got off very slowly. They did not play with the others, nor did they shout or run. Instead, they walked home together very slowly, holding hands as if the world would split in two under them if they did not. Their snow white hair fell flatly over their faces for they did not have an umbrella, so everything became soaked in a moment. A simple act of neglect on their father’s part. Their matching yellow rain boots splished in the puddles, the only sound besides the heavy patter of rain. All the children had made it around the corner already.
And they did not speak…just held hands and silently walked home. Soon, their large manor came into view, sitting atop a steep, lonely hill. One pale, childish hand reached out to swing the wet, iron-cast metal gate open, and it creaked in protest and made way.
Slowly, hesitantly, they made their way up to the stoop and the front door. It seemed so big and scary now. They turned to look at each other, blue pair of eyes scanning the others-questioning if they were ready to go inside yet. It would be another day inside a quiet house, without their mother’s silvery peals of jolly laughter…without her after school sandwiches…no more hot chocolate with marshmallows to warm their chilled bellies.
One more day to endure their father’s growing madness.
The one with the blue coat nodded, reassuringly, and the one with the red coat squeezed the other’s hand in agreement.
…They’d just have to stick together.
End. Tell me what you think.
Title: One Rainy Day
Genre:Devil May Cry/ pre-game.
Characters: kid!Dante and kid!Vergil
Warnings: Incredibly cute but sad. I meant it to be a cute rainy day fic, but it wrote itself into this sad little thing! *cries*
Outside, the afternoon was bleak and grey as all the children piled out of the school bus. One after another, kids shoved each other out of the way and pushed the line in front of them to get off and rush home to play. The rain poured out of the sky in marvelous buckets, and all the kids ran about, splashing in puddles, laughing. Kids crowded under each other’s umbrellas, sharing. The world was a game to them. Girls giggled and gossiped, and boys kicked muddy water at each other.
…But two children got off very slowly. They did not play with the others, nor did they shout or run. Instead, they walked home together very slowly, holding hands as if the world would split in two under them if they did not. Their snow white hair fell flatly over their faces for they did not have an umbrella, so everything became soaked in a moment. A simple act of neglect on their father’s part. Their matching yellow rain boots splished in the puddles, the only sound besides the heavy patter of rain. All the children had made it around the corner already.
And they did not speak…just held hands and silently walked home. Soon, their large manor came into view, sitting atop a steep, lonely hill. One pale, childish hand reached out to swing the wet, iron-cast metal gate open, and it creaked in protest and made way.
Slowly, hesitantly, they made their way up to the stoop and the front door. It seemed so big and scary now. They turned to look at each other, blue pair of eyes scanning the others-questioning if they were ready to go inside yet. It would be another day inside a quiet house, without their mother’s silvery peals of jolly laughter…without her after school sandwiches…no more hot chocolate with marshmallows to warm their chilled bellies.
One more day to endure their father’s growing madness.
The one with the blue coat nodded, reassuringly, and the one with the red coat squeezed the other’s hand in agreement.
…They’d just have to stick together.
End. Tell me what you think.