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A heavy, silent snow had fallen throughout the day, blanketing the city in a thick layer of soft, milk-like white for the first time in what felt like decades, this winter had been particularly rough, but this meteorological phenomenon was, in your opinion, some sort of reward after weeks of broken heaters, freezing mornings and the usual seasonal drop in the mood. From the warmth of your apartment, you watched the pristine white pile up on the windowsill, a childlike excitement bubbling up in you that not even your years had been able to extinguish.
Vergil was in his usual spot, an armchair in the living room, deeply engrossed in a book you couldnt quite read the title of, its pages so ancient they looked like they might crumble to dust if he turned them too quickly. "Hey, Vergil" you said, your voice a singsong.
A grunt was his only reply.
"Look, its pretty out there, isnt it?"
"It's precipitation in its solid form, yes, i see it." He replied in a monotonous voice, not looking up.
You clasped your hands behind your back and bounced in the balls of your feet, looking at him with bright, big eyes, an excitement barely contained, not that you needed to do so though, Vergil's annoyed stare hadn't made you feel intimidated in a long time. "how about we go out to check?" That got his attention, he lowered the book a fraction and peered over the top, his gaze now focused on you and your simple words, which he took as if you had suggested to go on a round trip to the depths of hell. "Check what?"
"Check what?" you repeated in a mocking tone, mimicking his, causing him to close his eyes and let a long sigh, "Well, the snow! it's been like...years since the last time something eyeworthy happened in this lame ass city"
"First of all. Why? Second, language."
You let a long sigh just like his, it took some sheer willpower to remember it was just the winter messing with his mood and that this man still slept into your arms every night. "Well, to feel it, see it, make a snow man, eat it...i dont know, the things you're supposed to do in the snow, i guess"
"...You'll catch a cold, and it will inevitably be tracked inside, making a mess. But if you truly want to go waste your time, you're free to go on your own" He cleared his throat like an old man and went back to his book, acting as if the conversation had never really happened in first place. This...idiot.
It was time to resort to manipulation.
"You're no fuuun" You pouted, so fakely it almost makes you giggle, and plucked the book from his hands setting it carelessly atop of the nearest surface, not even looking where it landed. He let out a grumble-like sound as you sat on his lap and wrapped your hands around his neck, an act of affection that seemed more as if you were getting in the right position in case you needed to strangle him, your weight a known pressure on top of his thighs. "C'mon. For me? just five minutes please."
He looked from your pleading face to the snow piling outside on the streets through the window, then back to your face, his frown softening unconsciously from the closeness. He sighed once more, a suffering sound that meant he knew he had already lost this battle. "Five minutes" was his final verdict.
Vergil took his time to get you properly bundled up, properly being like a grizzly bear getting ready for hibernation, with sweaters, a heavy coat and a thick pair of scarves, definitely for his own amusement as he saw you wobble out the door. He, on the other side, put on his usual coat and a single scarf, claiming that "These kind of weather conditions don't affect me like they do to humans" which you appraised with a lovely "who asked?" muffled by the double piece of wool that surrounded your neck.
By the time you two stepped outside, the streets were mostly empty, except for the common single passerby from time to time, the world felt hushed, every noise of any kind produced by the city was silenced by the cold, heavy mass of white that adorned every surface it could land on, it was a beautiful sight, a landscape saved for the places where snow belonged that now gave your boring city a visit. Vergil stood stiffly, back straight, arms crossed, as he watched you have the time of your life on a large pile of snow, kicking it, laughing as it flurried up, twirling around while catching snowflakes in your tongue, stumbling and sinking on the soft heap of white, then standing and repeating the same process again.
That's when you got the idea.
You bent down, careful to be out of Vergil's sight, scooped a handful of snow and quickly shaped it into a loose ball, this was your weapon, your missile. You hid it behind your back before calling him out.
"Hey, honey!" you innocently shout from the distance
Vergil gave you a mild side eye before turning to look at you, with an expression of profound annoyance not towards you, but to the situation you dragged him into. "What n-"
SPLOSH
The snowball hit him straight in the chest, damn you had a nice aim, that or he didn't saw it coming. The white burst into a cold, wet powder against his dark coat, after that, a stunned silence. Vergil slowly looked down at the white smear on his impeccably clean clothes, then raised his head to stare at you as if you had fired a bullet to his very heart. "What is this supposed to be?...a frozen projectile?"
You just grinned, already grabbing another clump of snow shamelessly in front of him and pressing it into a ball. "Its a snowball fight! bet your sorry ass can't keep up!"
"a fight?" the word tasted of disdain on his tongue, such a noble word, used in his most honourable confrontations, was now reduced to the act of his wife throwing solid water at him for absolutely no reason but to see him suffer. "This is not a fight, just...juvenile nonsense"
Ohhh, he wants to do it so bad, you thought, and then SPLOSH, another hit, this time near his shoulder
In that moment, seeing her insistence, a part of Vergil's brain, the part that was accustomed to battle, to strategies, to handling the sword like it was a part of him, to dealing with rivals as if they were nothing but ants underneath him, and most importantly, the part that could not tolerate the idea of losing, even at something as immature as this, clicked into gear, he uncrossed his arms, and in his eyes lit up a competitive fire. "Well, well..." He spoke, taking slow steps forward like an animal approaching his prey "...so you've chosen to be hostile, then?"
You let out a giggle, did he always need to be so dramatic? yeah, you were certainly head over heels for this weirdo.
What followed was not a snowball fight, it resembled more a military campaign.
You fought with rampant, unprecise throws, not caring where they went as long as they reached a certain distance and hit him, your aim inaccurate due to the blurriness the constant laughter brought. Vergil, in opposition, fought with absolute focus, picking up the right ammount of snow and shaping it into a perfect dense sphere, at this point, you didn't even knew how he did that, to throw it with a calculated trajectory right at your unguarded self.
He dodged your playful throws as if they were nothing, not breaking a single sweat, dodging to one side, teleporting to the other, appearing behind you like a shadow. "Surrender, dear, you're no match against me" He seethed with an uncharacteristical energy, adding a laugh that sounded like pure evil, then SPLASH, a direct hit in your back.
"In your dreams!" You retaliated, scrambling behind a parked car. "And stop with the cheat-y powers, i dont have those, its so unfair, dammit!"
"You started this, there are no rules in war" He intoned, suddenly materializing on the roof of the car, looming over you, only to drop a huge piece of snow directly onto your head.
You shrieked with laughter at his words and the feeling of the icy powder spreading all over your hair, rolling out of your cover to pelt him with a volley of hastily-made snowballs. He deflected most effortlessly, but one of the many projectiles managed to caught him on the side of the face. He went utterly still, melted snow dripping from his cheekbone. Now this was personal.
He vanished, you spun around expecting an attack from behind, the obvious, what you didnt see coming was his Doppleganger, a blue ghostly demon, kicking up a localized blizzard around you with an inhuman speed, a snowy wind surrounding you and blocking your sight. When it settled, the demon was gone, and you were standing in the center of a perfectly crafted, waist hight snow wall, a fortress built in seconds.
Vergil stood outside it, holding his ultimate blow, a single final perfectly crafted snowball, in his hand. "Its time" He spoke, a smile playing on his lips. "Accept your defeat."
"Never!" You bantered, laughing despite knowing you had been thoroughly defeated.
"Is that so?...alright then." He nodded, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw the snowball. Its trajectory formed a perfect arc and landed with a soft puff on top of your head, so smoothly it didnt even muse your hair, like an icy pompom.
You smiled at him, feeling your heart get warmer despite the cold. "okay, i get it, you win, happy now?"
"hm, that was obvious, but yes"
He offered you a hand to help you out of the snowy prison. As he pulled you up, you stumbled onto his chest, still laughing, he held you and, despite being already firmly on your feet, he didnt let go, positioning his arms underneath yours as he squeezed you into an embrace that was totally about gathering body heat. You knew he was going to end up freezing dressed like that.
He was cold, wet, and his precious coat was a mess, despite that, he was undoubtedly having fun. He looked down at you, at your snow dusted scarf and your red nose. "Next time...i'll teach you my ways" He conceded.
"So there's gonna be a next time? for sure?" You spoke, your eyes bright.
"Hmm, possibly...But dont get your hopes up" He snarled.
"Pff, whatever" you chuckled, then stood on your toes, clearly asking for a kiss. Vergil let out a long sigh, and let you persist for a while before softly pressing his lips against yours, his gaze longing on you after the chaste, warm kiss.
Taking advantage of this show of vulnerability, you managed to make him trip with a tackle on his knee, his hands gripping you hard enough that you both fell, ending up sinking in a pile of snow. Vergil didn't argue, just held his annoying wife in the quiet snow blanket that surrounded them, who'd know his biggest weaknesses would be a human woman and a well aimed snowball?
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