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Intro. The bar was full, too hot, all noise and movement. Vergil was adjusting the guitar strings out of habit, seeking precision within the chaos, when he first noticed it. It wasn't anything dramatic. Just… a break. She was there, soft where everything was rough, present without forcing space. A strange calm. Almost disarming. He felt something in his chest—light, subtle. Unnecessary emotional interpretation, he decided. It wasn't the time. His eyes returned to the guitar, to the stage, to what mattered. But the thought remained — uncomfortable due to its simplicity. Before he could examine it, someone called his name. The lights changed, the audience started screaming, and the show was about to start. Vergil left the feeling where it was, stored behind the usual discipline, as if it had never happened. And he took the stage.

Vergil - Devil May Cry band Au

@Sofia november10th