Fics like To Covet, I Confess, I Am Not My Own

He flexes his fingers. Looks at the way his skin stretches over muscle and bone. They are his he thinks- but they are not human. Her hands lace into his own. Skin over muscle and bone. They are not his. They are human. He wonders if she knows, he wonders if she cares. He has not worried over this fact ever before, not even at their first meeting, has never concerned himself with being what he is- only on what he lacks. On power outside his grasp, on his abilities, on his survival and triumph over obstacles. Concern over something like this, on how being a demon might not be something he wants, is new. It is something he has never worried over, never concerned himself with, because he never had reason to before. Her hands are laced with his. He worries they will break if he is not careful. ---- In where Vergil reconciles his heritage, his actions, himself. A fic where he finds himself in love.

Fics like To Covet, I Confess, I Am Not My Own

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