VIRGIL
i will answer god in a voice made of teeth.
He yelps in surprise as Tarte’s horns collide with his sister’s side. He’d been so focused on the ice and the wind that he hadn’t even seen her rushing toward them. But he reminds himself that he must focus, he must repair any damage done, and he quickly delves deep into Asphyxea’s bones to ensure that she isn’t harmed too badly. Virgil can only patch her for now, but he tugs a rib into place and reduces it to a fracture.
He lifts his head when he hears a familiar cry - Cirilla. Virgil never understood his gentle siblings. How could they not delight in bloodshed and chaos as he does? Cirilla flings her peace at the youngest of the brood, but peace for him has always been in the hunt. His alarm returns when Asphyxea’s fire blankets the angel-sister, and for a moment he reaches to catch her in his healing. Father would certainly have commanded him not to let her be harmed, wouldn’t he?
But Aspyxea barks an order at him and he startles at the rage in her voice. She must learn, as Yadigar did. He nods slowly and tightens his tether to her.
“Y-yeah. I’m just.. scared,” he confesses when she asks if he’s alright. He casts his golden gaze at Yadigar and wonders if the magicians will be able to muzzle him and bring him back home. But he cannot leave without saying goodbye to Ciri, and so he looks back at her over his shoulder as Asphyxea herds him away.
"Come home. Father misses you."
He lifts his head when he hears a familiar cry - Cirilla. Virgil never understood his gentle siblings. How could they not delight in bloodshed and chaos as he does? Cirilla flings her peace at the youngest of the brood, but peace for him has always been in the hunt. His alarm returns when Asphyxea’s fire blankets the angel-sister, and for a moment he reaches to catch her in his healing. Father would certainly have commanded him not to let her be harmed, wouldn’t he?
But Aspyxea barks an order at him and he startles at the rage in her voice. She must learn, as Yadigar did. He nods slowly and tightens his tether to her.
“Y-yeah. I’m just.. scared,” he confesses when she asks if he’s alright. He casts his golden gaze at Yadigar and wonders if the magicians will be able to muzzle him and bring him back home. But he cannot leave without saying goodbye to Ciri, and so he looks back at her over his shoulder as Asphyxea herds him away.
"Come home. Father misses you."
@[asphyxea] @[cirilla] @[Tarte]