( Despite the vice grip which his hand seems to be trapped within, he lets the pain shoot up his hand β lets it bleed into the depth of his soul and touch the devil within him to awaken. There's no sudden spike in demonic energy from him β not like earlier when his emotions had begun to flare up and he'd found it almost difficult to control them in the moment. Instead, it's a gradual wave that seems to roll off him and brush against his brother there and with that brush of demonic energy comes the red within his eyes, showing the devil beneath his human skin.
Scales roll over the back of his hand β stretch out to his fingers where claws appear and he keep his hold there on his brother's hand, some touching along the sides of his face. It's only a partial, if that, transformation β of his devil reaching out to its twin as much as he himself does to his brother. Because they share that, too. Red and blue. Fire and ice. Two devils who shared a womb together within a human mother from the moment they'd both been conceived with a mix of demonic and human blood. So different from any other demon they had ever come across. No one else like them. Not since Nero and even then, the things they have shared together, the way they have been in each other's life from the very instant they came into existence only to be ripped apart from one another at such a young age... for as much as Dante reaches out for his brother, so, too, does his devil reach out for its other half.
He swallows thickly β somehow feels even more vulnerable in this partial state. Knowing how Vergil's always felt about their demonic lineage and how he's viewed his little brother as weak for rejecting it orβnot allowing himself to fully accept or even love that part of himself with pride as Vergil always has. Even now, as he sits there, he's still very much human despite the demonic touches visible on him. But for as much as he needs his brother, so does his devil need its other half. When he speaks, it's with a slightly deeper tone β fangs there in his mouth. )
cw: gentle demonic transformation
Scales roll over the back of his hand β stretch out to his fingers where claws appear and he keep his hold there on his brother's hand, some touching along the sides of his face. It's only a partial, if that, transformation β of his devil reaching out to its twin as much as he himself does to his brother. Because they share that, too. Red and blue. Fire and ice. Two devils who shared a womb together within a human mother from the moment they'd both been conceived with a mix of demonic and human blood. So different from any other demon they had ever come across. No one else like them. Not since Nero and even then, the things they have shared together, the way they have been in each other's life from the very instant they came into existence only to be ripped apart from one another at such a young age... for as much as Dante reaches out for his brother, so, too, does his devil reach out for its other half.
He swallows thickly β somehow feels even more vulnerable in this partial state. Knowing how Vergil's always felt about their demonic lineage and how he's viewed his little brother as weak for rejecting it orβnot allowing himself to fully accept or even love that part of himself with pride as Vergil always has. Even now, as he sits there, he's still very much human despite the demonic touches visible on him. But for as much as he needs his brother, so does his devil need its other half. When he speaks, it's with a slightly deeper tone β fangs there in his mouth. )
Together.