Given what you did just seconds ago? You got memory like a goldfish when it's convenient, huh.
[ Earth sayings that still make it 150 years later. He bonks Vash one more time with the pillow like it's a puff before slowly sliding it down, letting him reveal himself.
Looking down at him. Hello sir. They really did just devolve into lowkey rough-housing instead of trying to get to sleep. ]
[ A little fake yelp as he gets bopped by the pillow. ]
It wasn't that bad.
[ Bright big blue eyes peering over the pillow as Wolfwood slowly slides it down. I do not have a peeking icon, but imagine that's what's there. They really are just having a boys' night in, wrestling over... What again? Teasing Wolfwood for being so charming.
Anyway, Wolfwood is slowly sliding down the pillow to reveal Vash... And Vash is here, smiling. ]
[ But not that stimulating, either, is what's implied. Vash isn't looking at the ceiling though. Instead, his gaze is on Wolfwood, admiring him despite how he needs a haircut and his full weight is crushing him. There are no words spoken... It's obvious from the way Vash looks at him.
There isn't a heated desire behind his eyes. It's simply love, so much of it swimming in blue. It goes without saying that based on Vash's expression, what he means is that the view is perfect. ]
[ It sends some kind of feeling over his body, being met with a look like that. The notion would've been that it makes his skin crawl, but that isn't quite right. More like a prickling over his skin, he thinks is more accurate.
It doesn't feel right that Vash would look at him like that. Wolfwood is going to feel this way for a while, maybe even forever, but it makes no difference that he likes it being aimed at him even if it feels like he'll be the one suffocating in it. Meeting those too-blue eyes feels like drowning, like literally nothing else would matter in the universe. It shows subtly in his own eyes, how easily he snaps and splinters under that look, cracking in an instant. ]
You little shit, after doing that to me. "Sleepy yet", my ass.
[ Muttering but with an absolute lack of bite behind them as he finally lets Vash off, by which it means he stops sitting on him full haul and flops down next to him. ]
[ The gay Holy Spirit really got you there, son of God. The emotion behind his gaze does not falter, does not wither, and unfortunately for Wolfwood he has to suffer love pure, deep, and unconditional for as long as he lives. Vash is inclined to hide and leave words unsaid, but his heart stays on his sleeve... Anyone with a discerning eye can read him, whether they can read through the depths is a different matter.
Perhaps it's a curse or blessing to understand him as much as Wolfwood does—Vash can only hope that his love isn't a burden, that it doesn't weigh heavy and crush him. That is his wish when he sees a shift in his dark eyes.
When Wolfwood folds, emotionally and physically, his thumb rubs his thigh a bit as an unspoken apology before his hands retreat to give him space to settle beside him. Vash samples being close first, but not pressed against him yet. ]
You were trying to hog the sheets and you expected me not to retaliate a little? [ They are going to pass on blame, but speaking of sheets Vash will pull it over both of them. They can be cozy, even if this bed is too small for two grown men. ] I'm going to try to sleep first, then.
[ Because of his early shift and yet Vash is... Still here. Eyes open. Watching Wolfwood. ]
[ By smothering Vash with it, although he did follow it up with kisses, so therefore Wolfwood is absolved of all blame in the matter. He tries to adjust a bit, but it's hard because not only are they two full-grown men, they are two large full-grown men. Limbs are tangled and there's nothing either of them can do to prevent this outside of one of them simply sleeping on the ground. ]
. . .
[ He's here... being stared at... he'd try to go to bed but he is just staring back. Not so much romantic in this moment as it is the vibe of trying to sleep but your cat is just there. Watching you. ]
You're checkin' out of this room tomorrow and we're gettin' a double instead.
[ Their legs can be tangled a bit, then. His eyebrows arch, incredulous. ]
Gave them back? You used them to trap me.
[ But he guesses that really is the same... Why are they both staring at each other like this in bed? Is there something going on? Vash does not wonder this because he at least knows why he's watching Wolfwood. Even earlier before the nap, Vash stayed up a little longer to watch him sleep.
It's right to say it isn't so much romantic, unless there's a fire to be had for when you fear that the person in front of you will disappear after you slumber—that when you wake up, this was all a dream. He sounds an affirmative and content hum. ]
Okay, I will. Any other accommodations you're looking for, Mister Wolfwood?
Just lookin' to have enough room to maybe lie on my back and spread out a bit. Stretch my legs. Everythin' else is up to you.
[ Not that he minds the close proximity, but having more space would be nice. Also don't ask me why they're staring at each other when Vash stared first. ]
You can quit starin' at me inches from my face. I'm not going anywhere.
[ Hey........ I'm allowed to ask why Wolfwood is staring back. Usually, Vash would kick up a fuss that's slightly huffy, maybe tossing in a "I'm not worried about that" and "it's not like I need you around all the time."
But he goes quiet. So much has happened within the past... He isn't even sure how long it has been, but the series of events have left him more emotionally harrowed than he thought it did. Traveling alone, getting used to the solitude, remembering why he was leading that life... Hanging onto the past, memories to comfort him.
[ Stop staring back weirdo. Well, Wolfwood doesn't get to decide that because Vash does close his eyes, relief washing over him. ]
I'll talk to the innkeeper first thing in the morning before I leave... [ His hand reaches over. Not to pull Wolfwood close, instead to loosely hold his hand. ] Goodnight, Nicholas.
He allows the hand to be taken, though with his free one, he'll trace it over and through the hair on the back of Vash's head before drawing him closer -- right into the crook of his shoulder. No point in being so generously respectful of spaces anyway. They may as well. ]
Wake me up tomorrow if I'm passed out like a pile of rocks.
[ Murmured low before he also closes his eyes, inviting sleep in. ]
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[ Earth sayings that still make it 150 years later. He bonks Vash one more time with the pillow like it's a puff before slowly sliding it down, letting him reveal himself.
Looking down at him. Hello sir. They really did just devolve into lowkey rough-housing instead of trying to get to sleep. ]
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It wasn't that bad.
[ Bright big blue eyes peering over the pillow as Wolfwood slowly slides it down. I do not have a peeking icon, but imagine that's what's there. They really are just having a boys' night in, wrestling over... What again? Teasing Wolfwood for being so charming.
Anyway, Wolfwood is slowly sliding down the pillow to reveal Vash... And Vash is here, smiling. ]
Hey.
[ Hi! ]
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[ Responded in kind with a wryness, but not without amusement as well. He'll push the pillow off though he's still sat on him. ]
How's the view?
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[ But not that stimulating, either, is what's implied. Vash isn't looking at the ceiling though. Instead, his gaze is on Wolfwood, admiring him despite how he needs a haircut and his full weight is crushing him. There are no words spoken... It's obvious from the way Vash looks at him.
There isn't a heated desire behind his eyes. It's simply love, so much of it swimming in blue. It goes without saying that based on Vash's expression, what he means is that the view is perfect. ]
Sleepy yet?
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It doesn't feel right that Vash would look at him like that. Wolfwood is going to feel this way for a while, maybe even forever, but it makes no difference that he likes it being aimed at him even if it feels like he'll be the one suffocating in it. Meeting those too-blue eyes feels like drowning, like literally nothing else would matter in the universe. It shows subtly in his own eyes, how easily he snaps and splinters under that look, cracking in an instant. ]
You little shit, after doing that to me. "Sleepy yet", my ass.
[ Muttering but with an absolute lack of bite behind them as he finally lets Vash off, by which it means he stops sitting on him full haul and flops down next to him. ]
Can't say I'm tired, but I could get comfortable.
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Perhaps it's a curse or blessing to understand him as much as Wolfwood does—Vash can only hope that his love isn't a burden, that it doesn't weigh heavy and crush him. That is his wish when he sees a shift in his dark eyes.
When Wolfwood folds, emotionally and physically, his thumb rubs his thigh a bit as an unspoken apology before his hands retreat to give him space to settle beside him. Vash samples being close first, but not pressed against him yet. ]
You were trying to hog the sheets and you expected me not to retaliate a little? [ They are going to pass on blame, but speaking of sheets Vash will pull it over both of them. They can be cozy, even if this bed is too small for two grown men. ] I'm going to try to sleep first, then.
[ Because of his early shift and yet Vash is... Still here. Eyes open. Watching Wolfwood. ]
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[ By smothering Vash with it, although he did follow it up with kisses, so therefore Wolfwood is absolved of all blame in the matter. He tries to adjust a bit, but it's hard because not only are they two full-grown men, they are two large full-grown men. Limbs are tangled and there's nothing either of them can do to prevent this outside of one of them simply sleeping on the ground. ]
. . .
[ He's here... being stared at... he'd try to go to bed but he is just staring back. Not so much romantic in this moment as it is the vibe of trying to sleep but your cat is just there. Watching you. ]
You're checkin' out of this room tomorrow and we're gettin' a double instead.
[ Helpfully and pointedly. ]
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Gave them back? You used them to trap me.
[ But he guesses that really is the same... Why are they both staring at each other like this in bed? Is there something going on? Vash does not wonder this because he at least knows why he's watching Wolfwood. Even earlier before the nap, Vash stayed up a little longer to watch him sleep.
It's right to say it isn't so much romantic, unless there's a fire to be had for when you fear that the person in front of you will disappear after you slumber—that when you wake up, this was all a dream. He sounds an affirmative and content hum. ]
Okay, I will. Any other accommodations you're looking for, Mister Wolfwood?
[ Unhelpfully and pointedly. ]
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[ Not that he minds the close proximity, but having more space would be nice. Also don't ask me why they're staring at each other when Vash stared first. ]
You can quit starin' at me inches from my face. I'm not going anywhere.
[ Helpfully but unpointedly. ]
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But he goes quiet. So much has happened within the past... He isn't even sure how long it has been, but the series of events have left him more emotionally harrowed than he thought it did. Traveling alone, getting used to the solitude, remembering why he was leading that life... Hanging onto the past, memories to comfort him.
He masks it with a smile. ]
Is that a promise?
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Yeah.
[ It is. ]
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I'll talk to the innkeeper first thing in the morning before I leave... [ His hand reaches over. Not to pull Wolfwood close, instead to loosely hold his hand. ] Goodnight, Nicholas.
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He allows the hand to be taken, though with his free one, he'll trace it over and through the hair on the back of Vash's head before drawing him closer -- right into the crook of his shoulder. No point in being so generously respectful of spaces anyway. They may as well. ]
Wake me up tomorrow if I'm passed out like a pile of rocks.
[ Murmured low before he also closes his eyes, inviting sleep in. ]