Author's Note: This one shot is dedicated to a wonderful person on here; I hope you enjoy this megagirlonline21 (and I hope I did your OC justice!). =)
Inspired by Seether's Careless Whisper.
Disclaimer- Ivory Tears doesn't own Devil May Cry or Ailie, nor does she profit from this work of fiction.
Dante murmured an apology as he slipped through the crowded church. Stepping out on the front patio, he breathed a sigh of relief and tilted his head to meet the evening sky.
"It's unlike you to be alone.. and quiet," a voice snarked from the shadows.
"Vergil, I didn't expect you here tonight," Dante turned to the slim figure stepping towards him.
"Neither did I," his lips tilted into a half smirk.
Dante took in his brother's appearance. He looked his normal stoic self, dressed in a sleek black suit with silver etchings on the lapels.
"I send my congratulations to Nero by the way," Vergil tilted his head, spiked hair ruffling in the slight breeze.
"Thanks, I'll pass it along," Dante smiled, "how've you been?"
"Better," Vergil gazed out on the veranda, the fresh snow glittering like diamonds in the moonlight.
"She asks about you," Dante murmured, also peering out onto the winter wonderland.
"It's better this way, we hurt each other with words unspoken."
A silence settled between them, the crisp cool air promising loneliness in its icy caress.
"Would you like to come inside?"
Vergil rolled his eyes, "Always the hero, dear brother."
"With these good looks, how could I not be?" Dante grinned, clapping Vergil on the back.
"We are twins you dolt," Vergil brushed the hand on his shoulder off.
"Just come in to see her for a minute."
"I could not," Vergil leveled Dante with a glare to match the temperature.
"She misses you," Dante nodded towards the doors leading into the church.
After a contemplative silence falling over the pair, Vergil sighed in reluctance.
"I will enter, but only to see her. You will not interfere nor alert her to my presence, understood?"
Dante smiled, "Cross my heart, Verg."
Ailie swirled the champagne in her fluted glass. Looking around, she realized Nero and Kyrie -the newlyweds- had secluded themselves in a corner and were whispering to each other. A pang of loneliness and guilt flooded Ailie and she turned from the sweet scene. Blinking quickly, she fought back the surprise onslaught of tears.
Ailie turned to the concerned voice and smiled bitterly, "As good as I'll ever be."
Trish frowned but refrained from saying anything else on the matter.
"Where's Dante? This is his cousin's wedding after all, right?" Ailie arched an eyebrow at the blonde bombshell.
"He stepped out. Tired of the sappy, love sick display or so he says," Trish sighed, not unkindly, "he's a big sap himself."
Ailie laughed, "Sap is putting it lightly."
"Yeah," Trish grinned.
Vergil stepped inside after Dante and quickly slipped into the shadows at the back of the room. He watched as his brother made his way over to Trish and Ailie. His breath caught in his throat as he took in her appearance. She had let her hair grow out -the coal black tresses now being almost as long as Trish's. The crème colored gown accentuated her curves wonderfully, making him ache in ways he had long repressed.
He took a deep breath and stepped out onto the dance floor.
"Hello, ladies," Dante winked at Ailie and Trish.
"Dante," Ailie shook her head.
Trish smiled and placed a quick kiss on his cheek.
"They're still over there?!" Dante incredulously pointed at a giggling Kyrie and a smirking Nero.
"Yeah, so? They just got married, Dante," Ailie furrowed her eyebrows at him, "you know what that means, right?"
"A duh," Dante crossed his eyes.
"Could have fooled me," a husky voice slid over the group.
Ailie's violet eyes widened as she spun around -almost spilling her drink- and gasped.
"It has been quite some time, Ailie," Vergil bowed to the dumbstruck woman, "would you care to dance?"
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