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[sendthefallen]

Characters: Yuna, Rikku, Vergil, Dante, Auron, Vanille, Winry, Train, Kurt, others?
Location: Yuna and Vergil's Apartment, 1A - Fatality Condominiums
Rating: PG-13 for now.
Time: November 9th, Evening to Late Night
Description: It's Rikku's birthday! Time for celebration! But...who spiked the punch? (We'll give you one guess.)

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[blue_darkslayer]

"Oh?" Vergil asked quietly, though in truth he wasn't surprised even remotely. Of course Rikku had been interfering. Something would be terribly wrong with his life if someone wasn't meddling in his affairs one way or another. But Yuna was right - if that particular discussion had come much sooner, the matter would have been much more complicated, and possibly bearing repercussions.

Aside from causing him to distance himself from her by matter of nature, it would've brought their entire friendship into question if he'd learned of her having bore feelings for him for such a time. All things considered, the timing was fortuitous.

"You made the right choice," he said, musing. But shortly he blinked and then snorted in amusement once the pieces rather abruptly fell together. "The ball? Rikku fed me some story about you needing an escort. She didn't speak a word to me otherwise." He had, naturally, been completely oblivious to her true motive. He was going to have to be more mindful of that one. At least the girl had respected their privacy enough to avoid directly interfering beyond that.

"I see." While his voice was quiet and his tone thoughtful, he was suppressing a sigh. He couldn't protest since he was no doubt equally guilty of having done so, albeit for different reasons, but it bothered him immensely that Yuna had had to suppress her feelings like that. Knowing how compassionate she was, but at the same aware that it was perhaps better for her than pining over him... it grated against his pride. He had made her wait, all because he was so emotionally stunted. The notion plagued him.

It made him want to be a better person for her sake.

He was surprised, pleasantly so, when she breezed across his lips and it touched him in a way far too intimately for her to ask the simple question so earnestly. With the thought lingering, it didn't even enter into his mind that he should or could refuse. All else be damned. Staying by her side was the very least he could do, though inwardly he knew that there was more to those words.

"If that's what you want..." he murmured, affecting a seemingly casual air. But his eyes were soft all the same and emotion coursed through him far more deeply than he would commit to expression. For now he could give himself to her but he was, nonetheless, still only himself.