[Vergil's longwindedness does have its advantages sometimes. Nero's relieved to find his voice... soothing somehow, at the moment. Maybe it's hearing it from this position, curled up with his head resting on his lap. Or maybe it's hearing it as it is now, in reality, free of the deep mutation that haunted it when he was Urizen-- the voice Nero can still hear gnawing at the back of his consciousness.
He focuses on the sound of Vergil's voice and his continuing gentle ministrations. Nero shifts a little, laying a little more relaxed, and one of his hands comes up to rest atop Vergil's knee. A solid little grip that he hopes feels affectionate.
But Urizen wasn't the only distressing image in his nightmare.]
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[Vergil's longwindedness does have its advantages sometimes. Nero's relieved to find his voice... soothing somehow, at the moment. Maybe it's hearing it from this position, curled up with his head resting on his lap. Or maybe it's hearing it as it is now, in reality, free of the deep mutation that haunted it when he was Urizen-- the voice Nero can still hear gnawing at the back of his consciousness.
He focuses on the sound of Vergil's voice and his continuing gentle ministrations. Nero shifts a little, laying a little more relaxed, and one of his hands comes up to rest atop Vergil's knee. A solid little grip that he hopes feels affectionate.
But Urizen wasn't the only distressing image in his nightmare.]
It was Credo again. I dream about him... a lot.