DANTE
What had happened to Dante was inexplicable. Not because he didn't feel like explaining where he had gone off to for just short of a year, but he truly didn't know. Okay, sure, he'd been exploring some parts of the Hallowed Ground he'd yet to poke his nose into. And maybe, not his words, he was biting off more than he could chew with the help of newfound confidence that came along with wielding a new weapon. That's not to say he doesn't remember anything!
He does remember the intense exhaustion that seeped from his bones to every inch of his being. Keeping his eyes open had become such a grueling task, he'd closed his eyes for just a moment, he'd swear on it, and woke up to snow. Snow and cold. Sooo cold.
Shaking sleep and ice from his thin frame Dante has made his way from beside a frozen bush, hands hardly shaking as his body temperature readjusts to the idea of 'living'. A yawn parting blue lips as he approaches the structure closest by— the Bone Bridge. A spark of familiar red catches his eye despite his sleep-addled state.
"Mo— Evie?" His voice comes out scratchier than his first month of puberty and Dante attempts to clear his throat before trying again. "Evie, is that you?"
I'll be good for all of the time that I never could
BASE INSPIRED BY ODD <3 & table by Sky!
