Her energy returned to her, Mizu sits easily in Vergil's lap, aware it would unfortunately be difficult to so manage with him transformed. He has so many sharp angles to consider, but Vergil undoubtedly does not wish to hurt her by holding her. For her part, Mizu would be more bothered at how she could not even momentarily mark his skin. Something that resists her sword could deflect her teeth with ease. Yet it's an appealing shape and imagining Vergil in it outside combat appeals to her.
"Beyond our sparring, you have yet to deny me anything," Mizu says. She leans in and kisses the corner of Vergil's mouth. "Every time I have asked you for something, you have given it to me without reservation. You have granted my wishes before I knew I had them."
She cannot consider herself and Akemi, the princess the one who comes to mind at the idea of someone spoiled rotten. She expects people to do her bidding and serve her needs with little thought to what they might want or consider for themselves. Though Mizu must admit she's strong willed enough to see herself through where other spoiled sorts would crumble. No, that's not the image of spoiled Vergil teases and paints. It's far more awe inspiring. As little as Vergil may be inclined to return home transformed and naked but for the natural armor that protects him, Mizu firmly knows he would if she truly and deeply needed, no wanted, his clothes for her own that instant.
Kai herself is the way Vergil most spoiled Mizu. Not once did she consider that Kai could come to Folkmore. Only one day, near her birthday, the horse stood before her home alone. No one with her. No note. Nothing. Only an impossible reunion that saw Mizu squeal with delight as she's never done before. Every day Mizu feeds Kai and rides with her, the ground disappearing below Kai's blur of hooves. And Mizu? Mizu feels the happiness she felt then. Twofold for their separation.
Mizu says nothing, yet again, about Vergil giving her Kai. She knows.
"Where are your selfish whims that would take my virtue, had I any?" Mizu asks, "Or ought I spoil you more. Tell me what you want."
It is a smile that she kisses the corner of when she mentions their sparring as something Vergil has denied her in the past. She did well in managing her frustrations over it. But that management was likely because she correctly guessed that Vergil would refuse to entertain even the notion of continued sparring were she to do anything less than accept the limit he placed. What they do is not a true fight, and thus, it requires a degree of trust. Pushing or manipulating past his limit would have put an end to his mild amount of trust, and subsequently their sparring. But just because Mizu managed her frustrations does not mean she did not make her frustrations plain and clear to him. Vergil regarded it a bit warily back then, uncertain if she would ultimately accept the limit, but in hindsight, it's almost adorable the way she was on the verge of pouting over it at times. It is why he smiles. Vergil does not often seek to frustrate her, but there is something undeniably endearing about those lighter forms of frustration.
And then there is the question again. Except it's not posed as a question, as she had earlier. When she asked, Vergil considered the question carefully at its surface of what he might want and came up short. In of itself, that is not all that peculiar. Rarely is it that Vergil has an answer when anyone asks him what he wants. But when she asked then, Vergil pushed past reflex to sincerely consider it and really could not think of more that he might want in that moment. He came here tonight to ensure that Mizu was able to eat well as his chief priority. But the secondary was to have her time and attention, to be close to her and share in affection with her in the ways they only do when they're alone. He did not care what the shape of all that took, only that it was there. And it was. It still is.
...But still Vergil cannot help feeling that the answer ought to be different as well. He isn't certain if it's because the question is delivered differently or if it's a consequence of the frustration that was spilling out from her earlier when Mizu could not appreciably mark his skin that only makes itself known now. He just knows it feels wrong somehow to say there's nothing that he wants, nothing that she can give him.
"It is one thing to ask me to consider a hypothetical, but it is another to ask me to entertain an impossible one," he teases lightly on the matter of her virtue, allowing the playful ribbing to act as a buffer rather than silence. Comfortable as they both as with silence between them, Vergil thinks it would rest too heavily now that he does not want to chance it. "It is difficult for me to long for anything when the greatest of my wants is right here in my lap."
It may be a mark of her greed that Mizu always finds more to want with Vergil, from Vergil. Missing him and wearing his shirts started off a secret desire, one she would not think to discuss as they have tonight, but since he came unannounced (as she gave him an invitation to come any time) to her reading in it, it's become known, something she can raise in conversation and acknowledge. Whether that was their earlier conversation about what she smells like or here, joking about sending him home naked. Mizu wouldn't, no matter that Vergil could use the Yamato to travel directly between her home and his room, but she can entertain the idea in amusement. Perhaps some day she'll ask him to leave an entire set of clothes here, extravagant as that feels. For her to wear or for him to change into should he come from slaughtering monsters in Cruel Summer. In the end, it's but one more example of some desire that comes to light from spending time together.
As much as she takes, Mizu wants to give him as much—anything he might want or even not know he wants. With great pleasure, she's discovered his hungry desire when she defeats a demon in the fighting pits and the heady truth that she can take him in all the varied tenderness and need as he takes her. Something Madam Kaji opted not to show her that night before they reached their agreement. Mizu's greed extends to wanting to give Vergil as much in return, and perhaps, just perhaps, Mizu feels comfortable enough to brush against the thought, to give him enough that it sustains him when she's gone.
Briefly considered, Mizu sets the thought aside.
"I hope you think of me and manifest that longing when I am gone, as I have just done imagining mornings when we're apart," Mizu says softly. She brushes his cheek and would not blame him if he were chastened by living with his family, a door so flimsy a thing between them. "Now when you wake, you can know I may have thought of you and done the same."
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"Beyond our sparring, you have yet to deny me anything," Mizu says. She leans in and kisses the corner of Vergil's mouth. "Every time I have asked you for something, you have given it to me without reservation. You have granted my wishes before I knew I had them."
She cannot consider herself and Akemi, the princess the one who comes to mind at the idea of someone spoiled rotten. She expects people to do her bidding and serve her needs with little thought to what they might want or consider for themselves. Though Mizu must admit she's strong willed enough to see herself through where other spoiled sorts would crumble. No, that's not the image of spoiled Vergil teases and paints. It's far more awe inspiring. As little as Vergil may be inclined to return home transformed and naked but for the natural armor that protects him, Mizu firmly knows he would if she truly and deeply needed, no wanted, his clothes for her own that instant.
Kai herself is the way Vergil most spoiled Mizu. Not once did she consider that Kai could come to Folkmore. Only one day, near her birthday, the horse stood before her home alone. No one with her. No note. Nothing. Only an impossible reunion that saw Mizu squeal with delight as she's never done before. Every day Mizu feeds Kai and rides with her, the ground disappearing below Kai's blur of hooves. And Mizu? Mizu feels the happiness she felt then. Twofold for their separation.
Mizu says nothing, yet again, about Vergil giving her Kai. She knows.
"Where are your selfish whims that would take my virtue, had I any?" Mizu asks, "Or ought I spoil you more. Tell me what you want."
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And then there is the question again. Except it's not posed as a question, as she had earlier. When she asked, Vergil considered the question carefully at its surface of what he might want and came up short. In of itself, that is not all that peculiar. Rarely is it that Vergil has an answer when anyone asks him what he wants. But when she asked then, Vergil pushed past reflex to sincerely consider it and really could not think of more that he might want in that moment. He came here tonight to ensure that Mizu was able to eat well as his chief priority. But the secondary was to have her time and attention, to be close to her and share in affection with her in the ways they only do when they're alone. He did not care what the shape of all that took, only that it was there. And it was. It still is.
...But still Vergil cannot help feeling that the answer ought to be different as well. He isn't certain if it's because the question is delivered differently or if it's a consequence of the frustration that was spilling out from her earlier when Mizu could not appreciably mark his skin that only makes itself known now. He just knows it feels wrong somehow to say there's nothing that he wants, nothing that she can give him.
"It is one thing to ask me to consider a hypothetical, but it is another to ask me to entertain an impossible one," he teases lightly on the matter of her virtue, allowing the playful ribbing to act as a buffer rather than silence. Comfortable as they both as with silence between them, Vergil thinks it would rest too heavily now that he does not want to chance it. "It is difficult for me to long for anything when the greatest of my wants is right here in my lap."
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As much as she takes, Mizu wants to give him as much—anything he might want or even not know he wants. With great pleasure, she's discovered his hungry desire when she defeats a demon in the fighting pits and the heady truth that she can take him in all the varied tenderness and need as he takes her. Something Madam Kaji opted not to show her that night before they reached their agreement. Mizu's greed extends to wanting to give Vergil as much in return, and perhaps, just perhaps, Mizu feels comfortable enough to brush against the thought, to give him enough that it sustains him when she's gone.
Briefly considered, Mizu sets the thought aside.
"I hope you think of me and manifest that longing when I am gone, as I have just done imagining mornings when we're apart," Mizu says softly. She brushes his cheek and would not blame him if he were chastened by living with his family, a door so flimsy a thing between them. "Now when you wake, you can know I may have thought of you and done the same."