So far as being reminded of Vergil when he's gone, yes, his clothes or the man himself will do. Yet the same way that Vergil always finds ways to touch Mizu when they're in private, whether they sit shoulder to shoulder, hold hands, trace each other's skin, or even like now feel how long her hair is, Mizu wants those connections. She runs her fingers along his spine, feeling the point at which his tail, his second spine, comes out when he so chooses. She welcomes him in whatever form he wishes, though admittedly a full transformation is more difficult to cuddle safely. That's no matter. She'd no more disentangle herself from him with an exoskeleton than the softer overlay of muscles over bone.
Enjoyment, as Vergil puts it. Indulgences. Oh, Mizu indulges herself with Vergil all the time, all the time they do anything besides spar. That initial reason for meeting that extended to Vergil taking care of her afterward to ensure she didn't collapse until that stretched out. Now, they spend more time not sparring than sparring, despite her ability to heal her wounds to be ready to go the next day. "You enjoy it as much as I do, as much more than me merely wearing your clothes," Mizu tells Vergil, "While I'm here, I'll indulge as much as I like."
Not that Mizu's entirely sure what that amount would be, were there not the matter of Vergil spending time with Dante and Nero. Their time together at Amrita was forced upon them by limited resources, yet with some time apart during the day, Mizu didn't feel suffocated. She misses Vergil the nights they sleep apart, and it's one reason she spends the night sometimes at his place. All they do is read and cuddle and nothing that would keep his brother and son away, save for their imaginations. Mizu appreciates having her space, that this cabin is hers that she welcomes him into, yet how much more would she welcome him in? They've found a balance that works, and Mizu appreciates it for what it is. After all, she has plenty of work to do when he's not here and falls asleep without trouble.
"How long do you smell me on you when we part?" Mizu asks. It might last longer, with a better sense of smell, but she doesn't know him to have the same habits she's picked up. Not that she's needed to leave a spare set of clothes at his home. She could.
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Enjoyment, as Vergil puts it. Indulgences. Oh, Mizu indulges herself with Vergil all the time, all the time they do anything besides spar. That initial reason for meeting that extended to Vergil taking care of her afterward to ensure she didn't collapse until that stretched out. Now, they spend more time not sparring than sparring, despite her ability to heal her wounds to be ready to go the next day. "You enjoy it as much as I do, as much more than me merely wearing your clothes," Mizu tells Vergil, "While I'm here, I'll indulge as much as I like."
Not that Mizu's entirely sure what that amount would be, were there not the matter of Vergil spending time with Dante and Nero. Their time together at Amrita was forced upon them by limited resources, yet with some time apart during the day, Mizu didn't feel suffocated. She misses Vergil the nights they sleep apart, and it's one reason she spends the night sometimes at his place. All they do is read and cuddle and nothing that would keep his brother and son away, save for their imaginations. Mizu appreciates having her space, that this cabin is hers that she welcomes him into, yet how much more would she welcome him in? They've found a balance that works, and Mizu appreciates it for what it is. After all, she has plenty of work to do when he's not here and falls asleep without trouble.
"How long do you smell me on you when we part?" Mizu asks. It might last longer, with a better sense of smell, but she doesn't know him to have the same habits she's picked up. Not that she's needed to leave a spare set of clothes at his home. She could.