temperedinpride | AUs and psls

Corruption as an element... what a fascinating thought. Though if that is the case I may need to rely on my own aether more than I anticipated. We shall have to see how safe it might be to replenish myself with the ambient aether of this place.

Not that it concerns me. I have more than enough reserves.

[Now that he's had time to replenish thousands of years of drained magic, he's basically back to why are ancients just god levels of magic.

He flicks his fingers, letting the aetheric flame dissipate, and then turns his gaze to Vergil, grinning and excited. New things! To study!]

[He's so cute when he's excited? Vergil's so in love? He has to take Lahabrea's face in his hands and just beam st him.]

There is nothing better than seeing you so excited for learning. I can't even make a fuss about exerting yourself.

[He runs his fingers through Vergil's hair, just as captivated by his expression. They're both so in love? Nerds.]

That's right! You can't make a fuss. You must simply pamper and indulge me in my whims and curiosity.

[It's almost like they're on their honeymoon or something!]

Yes dear, anything you wish. Ask anything of me, help yourself to everything my realm has to offer. I want to see you thrive.

And if you need to recharge then I will take you home just long enough to do so.

I don't plan on exerting myself to that extent! The aether within me right now should be enough for ten thousand years of scheming against mortals, surely it can last a few years here. But I will keep it in mind.

[He tugs the back of Vergil's head to claim his lips in a passionate, if brief, kiss. Grinning at him from up close. Almost like they're on their honeymoon!]

However when it comes to asking anything of you and helping myself to all your realm has to offer, you can't take it back since you've invited me to. Though I would do so anyway.

[God he has a problem and it's being extremely in love with his husband! He returns the kiss and just leans his forehead to Lahabrea's, arms around his neck.]

Do so even more than you would otherwise.

[Guess they have the same problem! He just laughs, pleased, wrapping an arm around Vergil's waist to tug him close.]

Is that possible?

Of course. Be absolutely unreasonable, give me no room to ever think of arguing, and do it constantly.

Hm, I'll consider it. In exchange for something.

Oh? Do tell.

[Like he can't guess? But still!]

[He's predictable! Sometimes!]

You must do the same.

Oh, and a kiss.

Hmmm. Didn't I just give you one?

You think that would satisfy me?

Is it a demand?

Of course it is. Or do you wish to hear it more forcefully?

Well I wouldn't mind.

Hm, then I demand that you greedily ask antything of me, that you monopolize me and indulge any whim.

And for my part, I insist you kiss me right this instant.

Well. Luckily that is exactly what I would demand of you.

[He grins, and tugs Lahabrea in to kiss him deeply, much longer than that last one.]

[Turns out he just loves kissing Vergil. His fingers curl at his back and he leans into it greedily, intense and demanding.

Would be really rude of any demons to show up and interrupt right now. Which is why that's exactly what's happening.]

[That's so rude? Any other moment he would be thrilled to have demons to fight. But at this particular one, that's the worst! He frowns, but doesn't stop until the very last second, tugging Lahabrea to his side with one arm around the man's waist as he draws his sword and swats them back.]

[He makes a breathless noise, both shocked and amused and then rather smugly thrilled.

Went not just wrap his arms around Vergil and lean his head comfortably on his shoulder. Not helping and being a little in the way as the first wave of opponents fall under his husband's blade.

It's like a cat when you're trying to help. He's totally helping.]

Mm, my savior~

[There's more demons coming, popping up like daisies eager for death. All Lahabrea does is summon a mask over his face and continue to drape on Vergil's side.]

Shall I make commentary about your strength and physique?

[He blushes?]

Of course you should, always.

[That's ideal, though. He loves showing off and what better way than this? He does keep that arm locked around Lahabrea, despite the inconvenience. That's fine he can fight with just one hand and the extra weight, limited mobility.

He still tries to be as elegant as possible, lithe and fast, cutting them down as them come but showing off by casually side stepping or parrying just as attacks are about to land. Why wouldn't he act like he's playing with his food, especially with his husband judging his performance!]

[That's it, that's the image.

He doesn't even need the protection but just like Vergil won't miss the opportunity to show off, why would he miss the opportunity to indulge in being the cat?

He keeps a keen eye on things but he feels no sense of danger, even when Vergil leaves things to the last second. He's got full confidence in his husband and his relaxed manner reveals that.

There are quite a number of demons swarming for Vergil's head but here these assholes are, being romantic. He'll make commentary! How stylish a move is, etc. Only in Lahabrea speak.]

Ah, how elegant you are. Such strength and grace.

[It's helping if he runs his fingers along Vergil's chest, feeling him up to feel the play of muscles with his movements, right? Murmuring into his ear, voice soft and warm, is also helping!]

You are truly strong. I almost feel sorry for these creatures.

I could watch you dance with such refinement without looking away for days. Absolutely captivating. Every movement powerful and beautiful.

And look at you showing off. That one thought it had you.

[Oh, he loves this. What could be better than being complimented as it happens! That plus the smug way Lahabrea feels him up, actually. That is even better.]

They always seem to think numbers will be on their side. And yet they are so weak that individually, they aren't worth the effort to kill. Only any fun at all as a horde, hardly even a show for you.

[Maybe he'll really mess around and just summon forth his spectral double, not even lift a finger himself and yet still cut them down by his own hand.]

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