[ It takes another moment before his hands lower, only for one hand to come for Wolfwood's opposite shoulder to pull him in. They bonk heads lightly... This is definitely a side-hug. ]
Feels like I should be askin' you that, putting your whole heart and soul into it.
[ Making up for being late, are we. He allows this little moment, even though he foresees they'll have a lot more of it for at least a little while, more that they'll certainly fight for. ]
[ Is Wolfwood okay with a nuzzle frenzy? Because Vash does nuzzle him something fierce with some laughs in between, coming closer to fight off the cold. Why did he not pick up his coat? He's COLD. ]
[ It isn't a hard guess, either. Vash is a little chilly. His fleshy parts are warm, though not that warm, then his metal bits are... Cold. For obvious reasons. He slots himself right beside Wolfwood, letting that arm wrap over his shoulder like an ineffective blanket. ]
Unless you want to pick up alcohol, I have nothing else for us! We can head back. [ Burying himself into Wolfwood's clothes, he says softly, mostly because he's pressed in. ] It was nice to see the stars.
[ It made him very happy. This whole day has been nice. ]
[ Yeah, he can guess, and even if he had all the insecurity or self-loathing in the world in the moment, he'd still be certain he'd know. But a bitch won't because that'd defeat the whole purpose of wishing on stars and whatever. He rubs small circles into Vash's shoulder, still a little afraid of the whole thing -- being permitted this, but he holds it like delicate glass.
He debates whether he wants to drink tonight. He doesn't feel a hankering but he doesn't feel against it if Vash isn't. Hmm. ]
You feel like havin' a drink? I could go either way. You napped your ass off so I dunno if you're feelin' like going to bed anytime soon.
[ Vash is a little self-conscious in how clingy he'a being, but he's giving himself a day pass. He had lived weeks after Wolfwood's death, went to a murdergame to experience his death again along with others he had to interact with closely for two months, then return home where he isn't sure the state of things... Or what may happen—if they're ever going to see each other.
The shoulder rub is accepted as he rests his head on Wolfwood's, comfortable even though this man is just mostly muscle. ]
You were napping, too. [ Maybe not napping his ass off, but Vash still wants to point out he napped because Wolfwood wanted to nap. ] We can pick up something to have for tomorrow night? I'm fine with just... Cuddling.
[ Sorry his body is rock hard, he will try to be a little softer for you. ]
M'kay. [ Just steamrolls right over his awkwardness. ] Guess we can play a bit of catch-up until we're tired.
[ What Vash'd been doing since the Earth fleets arrived, what zany mini-adventures Wolfwood's been up to in his mini-journey to find him, etc. Just little incidents and objective world updates. Get up you big slug, we're heading back. ]
[ With that, Vash gives Wolfwood a small little peck at the jawline before he gives him a couple of hefty pats on the back. It's time to get up! But he doesn't pull Wolfwood up since he knows that the man has to tend to his other wife, the Punisher, who sits behind the bench. ]
I can fill in the gaps! Even though I don't think it's that worthwhile...
[ To their inn room!! Where Vash will take a shower next, dress down into a t-shirt and boxers, and they can crawl into bed. Vash isn't quite sleepy, but that can change with how warm the bed is now with another body. Though used to solitude, he's sizing up to being used to company all over again very quickly. ]
... When Livio woke up, I made us a lot of food to boost our spirits because we had quite a drive to Octovern. He really does cry easily. I didn't think about it before. [ Fond. ] He got his buzz cut not too long after I met up with some of the colony that's stationed in Octovern. It jumpscared me at first.
If you're curious about anything, feel free to ask!
[ He can be attentive to two people, he will grab this on their way back though. Ended up not being used even though he brought the Punisher out as a just in case because gunshot, and then it just kind of stayed with them on the brief bench outing.
He'll probably have a smoke and settle comfortably on the bed first, having little various thoughts to himself while Vash takes a shower but welcoming him in when done, damp hair and all. ]
Yeah, he was always a huge crybaby. Cried for three days straight without breakin' a sweat. [ That's his baby who he's so mean to. He doesn't comment about the whole, not thinking about it before, because why would Vash. Wolfwood never talked about him and when they both first ran into him again, he was full indoctrinated assassin mode. ] He looked better all cleaned up.
[ Which is something he's going to attribute to Vash, no matter what. There's managing to bring him back, and there's managing to help him heal and recover, the latter of which Wolfwood couldn't do but Vash did it for him. ]
The girls are still hot on your tail even now, huh? They really don't know when to give up.
[ Vash said he didn't think about it before because he had only seen Livio tear up really hard... After the death, then got to see it more during their time in the Underground. ]
I think Brad gave him the buzz! They got along better than I thought they would. It's nice that they became friends.
[ Only because Livio is actually quite passive and well-behaved, so Brad couldn't do more than just tsun around with some paranoia. Brad might also rebuttal with something like they're not friends, but Vash has assigned them friends.
Is Wolfwood the one closer to the wall this time, or is Vash back to the wall again. ]
They don't, but... They really saved my ass. After I fought Legato, I passed out and they fortunately found me. This earth scientist guy was with them, too! [ And Vash pauses because he doesn't know how to explain the Plant collective unconscious and trying to communicate with them. Quietly, he tries something else. ] You know... They miss you.
[ HIS WHOLE POMPADOUR... Wolfwood was hanging out here first so if Vash crawled in then Wolfwood can be the one closer to the wall. ]
Hah?
[ He honestly wouldn't know why. He only knew them as Vash's stragglers, beyond his limited interaction with Millie. Brave girl, butted heads a little bit, and he likes her but he isn't cognisant that it's to the point where she'd miss him. It occurs to him that news of his 'revival' is probably not widely known. Hm. He's hesitant to ask, because he knows they'd both rather forget about it but. ]
[ Brad is like what... Eighteen? It's kind of funny to watch Wolfwood beef it up with a teenager, though he guesses that would track. Wolfwood can be the one closer to the wall, then. The pinching stops as he rests his hand closer to himself, fingers curled as he thinks back to that time. ]
When Millie asked for you, I didn't have the heart to say anything—I think Livio wanted to do something stupid like say he killed you, but Brad stopped him and handled it... Said you left for somewhere far away and we don't know if we'd ever see you again. [ ... ] She was sobbing her eyes out.
[ While not outright saying it, he gives Wolfwood all the clues to piece it together. It's likely they got the message. ]
[ HE'S NOT BEEFING THAT HARD he just chose to be annoying at Brad because Brad is annoying at him. ]
Mm.
[ He leaves an arm over Vash in this position, ignoring the pinch outside of a small squirm. He isn't actually sure what to do with that information, fingers twitching as they trace over the bone of the other's shoulder in an idle and repetitive motion. A small distraction from his own, unsettled feelings. ]
Guess I'll have to come up with some place I've been, then. In case I get asked.
[ It's not NOT true that he's been somewhere... the UG and Shibuya... but telling them about weird murdergame is kind of rough. Some city on the other side of the planet, maybe... ]
[ Vash will let Wolfwood do whatever he needs to get comfortable... He himself merely rubs their ankles beneath the sheets, tangling legs a little and all, even though his legs are not the softest or smoothest. There is rough skin from scars here and there. ]
That sounds like a good idea to me! They'll be happy to see you.
[ Hehe! He tries to offset whatever gloomy pall hanging over by the topic with a big grin, happy for what can be. Please remember things are different! You are alive! Also... ]
[ NO, ENOUGH. HE'S WITH VASH AND HE WOULDN'T GIVE THIS UP FOR ANYTHING, it'd be a little weird to think about and consider other people having crushes on him now.
He may be dense, but also sometimes he really does actively block it out because he's believed he's not worth loving or being loved by someone from such a completely different world. His hands are bloodied, theirs aren't. And if theirs are bloodied, a majority of what Wolfwood had known are insane sociopaths that he'd sooner shrivel up than think about liking them. Vash is the exception for seeing through it all, calling it out multiple times, all gold and virtue while understanding the weight of their sins. ]
... Did you ever figure out that I was in love with you?
[ Because Vash knows he had grown to love Wolfwood across their little journey, even if it took his impending death for him to realize the scope and intensity of what he felt.
There was enough time for him to think back on it... Vash always contemplates, mulls, and so he went over their time together with fondness and regret when he grieved him. Sure, he's teasing Wolfwood a bit despite being obtuse at times, but he thinks he's allowed to be dense about his own feelings, considering he has rejected the affections of others for years as if it was a favor. Who could ever love a monster? They'd be ruined.
Yet things happen, things you cannot control. He knew Wolfwood loved him, but to put it into words, to use it as a farewell—for it to mark the end... It was difficult to face it when he was still wrapped up in guilt and self-loathing. On top of that, he partially blamed himself for his death. If Wolfwood had relied on him, if he had gotten there sooner, maybe Wolfwood would have survived.
... Vash was too late again on that couch and Wolfwood left without knowing he was loved, dearly. Wholeheartedly. It was cruel, cowardly, and selfish. Vash knew that, he knew the instant he ran with regret snapping at his heels.
As the dark thoughts blanket over him, he snuggles with Wolfwood more, hiding into him and cementing his existence. Wolfwood is here... And in spite of all that is wrong with them, they chose each other. They chose to work out their problems, with or at least beside each other, and they chose to have tomorrows.
After hiding for a minute or two, he peeks over... And the first thought upon seeing Wolfwood's profile is that he loves him so much. ]
I don't want to admit it, [ BECAUSE IT IS EMBARRASSING. ] but I was kind of obvious.
[ He's quiet, which is probably telling in of itself, but don't look...
But no, really. He knew Vash had wormed his way in even if Vash himself didn't realise the effect he'd had on Wolfwood. The self-sacrificial idiot pissed him off to no end, and every insistence of 'Love & Peace', that every life was important, that everyone was worth saving once filled him with spite and the urge to roll his eyes, maybe punch Vash in the face if he felt petty enough. Once faced with the inarguable truth that this wasn't just a man positing gross untruths and idealisms to look good, but someone who truly believed it, and rather than sit from a pedestal and preach, would rather go down and help each soul himself --
When Wolfwood came to realise that as an undeniable truth about this person in his arms now, something changed. Vash went from a nuisance and a horrific danger to someone he wanted to watch, someone to follow and see through to the end. As he did so, the feelings of fear and dread mounted, but so did the guilt as he dug his own grave deeper and deeper whenever Vash openly showed his back to him, trusted him, like he wasn't a foul and barely trained-beast working only to betray him in the end.
How could he ever think Vash would love him like that. He expected nothing more than that, if God were kind, Vash loved him in the same way he loved all of humanity, as a rightful angel should -- and even then it was deeply undeserved. And yet that would've been enough, it was enough. He would've, he had died a content man permitted to be by his side. He swallows with difficulty as he pulls Vash a little closer, refusing to let the ebb and flow of self-loathing ruin a perfectly good day even as it prickles under his skin. ]
Sorry, was probably too busy watchin' you play the world's most loaded game of Russian Roulette with luck bullets every single day to notice if you were droppin' hints.
[ Sorry he did not take you being ass up eating dirt as an invitation, he just thought you were being stupid, etc. He has to take a moment to avoid eye contact, staring at a point on the far wall to collect himself and push down unwanted feelings before glancing back down at him. ]
[ When pulled closer, Vash wraps his arms around Wolfwood, hoping to engulf him in a warm and loving embrace. While he can't read his mind, he knows darkness still haunts him. He'll quell it as best as he can.
It was very much Vash being stupid and that not being specifically an invitation. Shut up. However, Vash does think... There were signs that he had become attached to Wolfwood in ways that he didn't with others. It was in small gestures, mostly that he stopped trying to ghost Wolfwood. Part of it is out of exasperation, the other was staking off the underlying loneliness, only for it to grow to enjoyment and desire for his company. Specifically Wolfwood's. They were travel companions and that was something Vash hadn't had in decades. He would ask what they were having to eat the next day for breakfast, if they were in the mood for anything, if they wanted to do anything as they made their trek to journey's end. They were small, mundane plans, simple little asks about tomorrow until he faced his brother at the gate of the rapture.
...
It's true, Vash loved him like how he loves humans, but he became so much more important than that. Since that time where he woke up in the colony ship to the sound of the ECG patient monitor hooked up to the man beside him like an alarm, beeping loud at the pace of his heartrate... Maybe it was then his feelings budded for a man wearing the devil's cloak, a man who wishes he was more than his bloody hands. He isn't entirely sure; it felt seamless to fall into where he is now, start nebulous.
Fingers thread through Wolfwood's hair, nails gently grazing across his scalp, as he shimmies up a bit so they can be around the same level. ]
Okay, maybe I wasn't too obvious about it. [ It was only obvious to him, but hindsight is 20/20. ] You're still a little dense, though.
[ Vash wants them to be at the same level so he can kiss his nose, which he will do now. ]
[ THE INVITATION THING WAS A JOKE but yeah. Falling in love and realising/accepting it are different things, but he can trace certain events. His foundation being shaken in the wake of his murdering Rai-Dei, more so waking up in the ship and being thanked even though Vash knew he killed Ninelives too. The direction of his heart shifting when he saw that stupid, so helplessly stupid but real smile, mingling with the colony and the girls.
He sighs, eyes falling closed at the sensation of nails lightly scratching through his hair, but also a brief last respite to himself before he lets Vash get all up in his personal space. ]
Got any more critique on me you wanna lobby while you're here?
[ well his ass is yours i guess if anyone was curious. Whispers while they're close while rubbing their noses together, smile a little mischievous but bright as his eyes flutter to a close. ]
Can I tease you a little?
[ His fingers tangle with the strands at the hairline that meets the nape of his neck. It's an attempt to lull him into comfort, to tempt him into allowing a little bullying. Be cute for him, thanks. ]
[ He'll entertain SOME things Vash would do to him even without getting bribed. However, he will not say no to some extra treatment. He's okay with being spoiled in some contexts. ]
[ I am unsure what Wolfwood was expecting, but as Vash twirls his short hair a little more. Drawing out his words, he uses a honeyed tone that feigns amazement. Awe. Dazzle. Sometimes you pretend that you're wooed and impressed, whimsical and flighty. ]
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You having fun there?
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Feels like I should be askin' you that, putting your whole heart and soul into it.
[ Making up for being late, are we. He allows this little moment, even though he foresees they'll have a lot more of it for at least a little while, more that they'll certainly fight for. ]
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Can you blame me? I want it to come true!
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Too bad I can't ask what it is, it'd defeat the whole purpose and all.
[ Resting his arm over Vash's shoulders... rubbing his shoulder. You chilly little stickbug. ]
Wanna start headin' back? Or is there more you wanted to look at.
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[ It isn't a hard guess, either. Vash is a little chilly. His fleshy parts are warm, though not that warm, then his metal bits are... Cold. For obvious reasons. He slots himself right beside Wolfwood, letting that arm wrap over his shoulder like an ineffective blanket. ]
Unless you want to pick up alcohol, I have nothing else for us! We can head back. [ Burying himself into Wolfwood's clothes, he says softly, mostly because he's pressed in. ] It was nice to see the stars.
[ It made him very happy. This whole day has been nice. ]
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[ Yeah, he can guess, and even if he had all the insecurity or self-loathing in the world in the moment, he'd still be certain he'd know. But a bitch won't because that'd defeat the whole purpose of wishing on stars and whatever. He rubs small circles into Vash's shoulder, still a little afraid of the whole thing -- being permitted this, but he holds it like delicate glass.
He debates whether he wants to drink tonight. He doesn't feel a hankering but he doesn't feel against it if Vash isn't. Hmm. ]
You feel like havin' a drink? I could go either way. You napped your ass off so I dunno if you're feelin' like going to bed anytime soon.
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The shoulder rub is accepted as he rests his head on Wolfwood's, comfortable even though this man is just mostly muscle. ]
You were napping, too. [ Maybe not napping his ass off, but Vash still wants to point out he napped because Wolfwood wanted to nap. ] We can pick up something to have for tomorrow night? I'm fine with just... Cuddling.
[ Awkward to just say aloud in seriousness. ]
... I do have to wake up early for my shift.
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M'kay. [ Just steamrolls right over his awkwardness. ] Guess we can play a bit of catch-up until we're tired.
[ What Vash'd been doing since the Earth fleets arrived, what zany mini-adventures Wolfwood's been up to in his mini-journey to find him, etc. Just little incidents and objective world updates. Get up you big slug, we're heading back. ]
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I can fill in the gaps! Even though I don't think it's that worthwhile...
[ To their inn room!! Where Vash will take a shower next, dress down into a t-shirt and boxers, and they can crawl into bed. Vash isn't quite sleepy, but that can change with how warm the bed is now with another body. Though used to solitude, he's sizing up to being used to company all over again very quickly. ]
... When Livio woke up, I made us a lot of food to boost our spirits because we had quite a drive to Octovern. He really does cry easily. I didn't think about it before. [ Fond. ] He got his buzz cut not too long after I met up with some of the colony that's stationed in Octovern. It jumpscared me at first.
If you're curious about anything, feel free to ask!
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He'll probably have a smoke and settle comfortably on the bed first, having little various thoughts to himself while Vash takes a shower but welcoming him in when done, damp hair and all. ]
Yeah, he was always a huge crybaby. Cried for three days straight without breakin' a sweat. [ That's his baby who he's so mean to. He doesn't comment about the whole, not thinking about it before, because why would Vash. Wolfwood never talked about him and when they both first ran into him again, he was full indoctrinated assassin mode. ] He looked better all cleaned up.
[ Which is something he's going to attribute to Vash, no matter what. There's managing to bring him back, and there's managing to help him heal and recover, the latter of which Wolfwood couldn't do but Vash did it for him. ]
The girls are still hot on your tail even now, huh? They really don't know when to give up.
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I think Brad gave him the buzz! They got along better than I thought they would. It's nice that they became friends.
[ Only because Livio is actually quite passive and well-behaved, so Brad couldn't do more than just tsun around with some paranoia. Brad might also rebuttal with something like they're not friends, but Vash has assigned them friends.
Is Wolfwood the one closer to the wall this time, or is Vash back to the wall again. ]
They don't, but... They really saved my ass. After I fought Legato, I passed out and they fortunately found me. This earth scientist guy was with them, too! [ And Vash pauses because he doesn't know how to explain the Plant collective unconscious and trying to communicate with them. Quietly, he tries something else. ] You know... They miss you.
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[ HIS WHOLE POMPADOUR... Wolfwood was hanging out here first so if Vash crawled in then Wolfwood can be the one closer to the wall. ]
Hah?
[ He honestly wouldn't know why. He only knew them as Vash's stragglers, beyond his limited interaction with Millie. Brave girl, butted heads a little bit, and he likes her but he isn't cognisant that it's to the point where she'd miss him. It occurs to him that news of his 'revival' is probably not widely known. Hm. He's hesitant to ask, because he knows they'd both rather forget about it but. ]
Do they know I...?
[ ...Died? ]
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Be nice to Brad. He has your baby in his care.
[ Brad is like what... Eighteen? It's kind of funny to watch Wolfwood beef it up with a teenager, though he guesses that would track. Wolfwood can be the one closer to the wall, then. The pinching stops as he rests his hand closer to himself, fingers curled as he thinks back to that time. ]
When Millie asked for you, I didn't have the heart to say anything—I think Livio wanted to do something stupid like say he killed you, but Brad stopped him and handled it... Said you left for somewhere far away and we don't know if we'd ever see you again. [ ... ] She was sobbing her eyes out.
[ While not outright saying it, he gives Wolfwood all the clues to piece it together. It's likely they got the message. ]
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Mm.
[ He leaves an arm over Vash in this position, ignoring the pinch outside of a small squirm. He isn't actually sure what to do with that information, fingers twitching as they trace over the bone of the other's shoulder in an idle and repetitive motion. A small distraction from his own, unsettled feelings. ]
Guess I'll have to come up with some place I've been, then. In case I get asked.
[ It's not NOT true that he's been somewhere... the UG and Shibuya... but telling them about weird murdergame is kind of rough. Some city on the other side of the planet, maybe... ]
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That sounds like a good idea to me! They'll be happy to see you.
[ Hehe! He tries to offset whatever gloomy pall hanging over by the topic with a big grin, happy for what can be. Please remember things are different! You are alive! Also... ]
I think she had a crush on you, by the way.
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...
[ Hello? ]
Where'd you get that idea?
[ Vash having to deal with his dense ass. How did this relationship make it (there were many troubles). ]
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[ Vash is just. Staring at Wolfwood. ]
You know people had a crush on you in the Underground, too. Right?
[ It's dawning on him that Wolfwood is legitimately dense in this area. ]
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[ NO, ENOUGH. HE'S WITH VASH AND HE WOULDN'T GIVE THIS UP FOR ANYTHING, it'd be a little weird to think about and consider other people having crushes on him now.
He may be dense, but also sometimes he really does actively block it out because he's believed he's not worth loving or being loved by someone from such a completely different world. His hands are bloodied, theirs aren't. And if theirs are bloodied, a majority of what Wolfwood had known are insane sociopaths that he'd sooner shrivel up than think about liking them. Vash is the exception for seeing through it all, calling it out multiple times, all gold and virtue while understanding the weight of their sins. ]
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[ Because Vash knows he had grown to love Wolfwood across their little journey, even if it took his impending death for him to realize the scope and intensity of what he felt.
There was enough time for him to think back on it... Vash always contemplates, mulls, and so he went over their time together with fondness and regret when he grieved him. Sure, he's teasing Wolfwood a bit despite being obtuse at times, but he thinks he's allowed to be dense about his own feelings, considering he has rejected the affections of others for years as if it was a favor. Who could ever love a monster? They'd be ruined.
Yet things happen, things you cannot control. He knew Wolfwood loved him, but to put it into words, to use it as a farewell—for it to mark the end... It was difficult to face it when he was still wrapped up in guilt and self-loathing. On top of that, he partially blamed himself for his death. If Wolfwood had relied on him, if he had gotten there sooner, maybe Wolfwood would have survived.
... Vash was too late again on that couch and Wolfwood left without knowing he was loved, dearly. Wholeheartedly. It was cruel, cowardly, and selfish. Vash knew that, he knew the instant he ran with regret snapping at his heels.
As the dark thoughts blanket over him, he snuggles with Wolfwood more, hiding into him and cementing his existence. Wolfwood is here... And in spite of all that is wrong with them, they chose each other. They chose to work out their problems, with or at least beside each other, and they chose to have tomorrows.
After hiding for a minute or two, he peeks over... And the first thought upon seeing Wolfwood's profile is that he loves him so much. ]
I don't want to admit it, [ BECAUSE IT IS EMBARRASSING. ] but I was kind of obvious.
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But no, really. He knew Vash had wormed his way in even if Vash himself didn't realise the effect he'd had on Wolfwood. The self-sacrificial idiot pissed him off to no end, and every insistence of 'Love & Peace', that every life was important, that everyone was worth saving once filled him with spite and the urge to roll his eyes, maybe punch Vash in the face if he felt petty enough. Once faced with the inarguable truth that this wasn't just a man positing gross untruths and idealisms to look good, but someone who truly believed it, and rather than sit from a pedestal and preach, would rather go down and help each soul himself --
When Wolfwood came to realise that as an undeniable truth about this person in his arms now, something changed. Vash went from a nuisance and a horrific danger to someone he wanted to watch, someone to follow and see through to the end. As he did so, the feelings of fear and dread mounted, but so did the guilt as he dug his own grave deeper and deeper whenever Vash openly showed his back to him, trusted him, like he wasn't a foul and barely trained-beast working only to betray him in the end.
How could he ever think Vash would love him like that. He expected nothing more than that, if God were kind, Vash loved him in the same way he loved all of humanity, as a rightful angel should -- and even then it was deeply undeserved. And yet that would've been enough, it was enough. He would've, he had died a content man permitted to be by his side. He swallows with difficulty as he pulls Vash a little closer, refusing to let the ebb and flow of self-loathing ruin a perfectly good day even as it prickles under his skin. ]
Sorry, was probably too busy watchin' you play the world's most loaded game of Russian Roulette with luck bullets every single day to notice if you were droppin' hints.
[ Sorry he did not take you being ass up eating dirt as an invitation, he just thought you were being stupid, etc. He has to take a moment to avoid eye contact, staring at a point on the far wall to collect himself and push down unwanted feelings before glancing back down at him. ]
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It was very much Vash being stupid and that not being specifically an invitation. Shut up. However, Vash does think... There were signs that he had become attached to Wolfwood in ways that he didn't with others. It was in small gestures, mostly that he stopped trying to ghost Wolfwood. Part of it is out of exasperation, the other was staking off the underlying loneliness, only for it to grow to enjoyment and desire for his company. Specifically Wolfwood's. They were travel companions and that was something Vash hadn't had in decades. He would ask what they were having to eat the next day for breakfast, if they were in the mood for anything, if they wanted to do anything as they made their trek to journey's end. They were small, mundane plans, simple little asks about tomorrow until he faced his brother at the gate of the rapture.
...
It's true, Vash loved him like how he loves humans, but he became so much more important than that. Since that time where he woke up in the colony ship to the sound of the ECG patient monitor hooked up to the man beside him like an alarm, beeping loud at the pace of his heartrate... Maybe it was then his feelings budded for a man wearing the devil's cloak, a man who wishes he was more than his bloody hands. He isn't entirely sure; it felt seamless to fall into where he is now, start nebulous.
Fingers thread through Wolfwood's hair, nails gently grazing across his scalp, as he shimmies up a bit so they can be around the same level. ]
Okay, maybe I wasn't too obvious about it. [ It was only obvious to him, but hindsight is 20/20. ] You're still a little dense, though.
[ Vash wants them to be at the same level so he can kiss his nose, which he will do now. ]
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He sighs, eyes falling closed at the sensation of nails lightly scratching through his hair, but also a brief last respite to himself before he lets Vash get all up in his personal space. ]
Got any more critique on me you wanna lobby while you're here?
[ As he accepts this nose kiss. ]
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Can I tease you a little?
[ His fingers tangle with the strands at the hairline that meets the nape of his neck. It's an attempt to lull him into comfort, to tempt him into allowing a little bullying. Be cute for him, thanks. ]
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Mm. You can try.
[ Take the challenge then. ]
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You're sooooooo populaaaaaar, Nicholaaaas!
[ Challenge accepted. ]
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