[ Wow. No verbal criticism, though the scoff is telling enough. Sometimes he can read what Wolfwood is thinking with such few cues, but sometimes he can't read Wolfwood at all... Or is it that he misunderstands. The hand that tracks up his torso has him tense and still, ends of his lips quirking nervously.
Wolfwood has placed his hand on him plenty of times. Context and situation really does change how it feels. It's interesting? ]
I won't.
[ Though he can't promise to not be too shy. At least he is sure about not running. They've done this song and dance enough where he thinks that he should stay—it feels like something he owes him.
The little tug does have him dip lower much like Wolfwood wants, giving him a kiss much like Wolfwood wants. ]
[ Unfortunately, he'll do his half of said song and dance as many times as it takes. He can run, but he's a hound -- he can sniff him out and track him again. He's already done it twice now, hasn't he? In the very literal sense. More counting the smaller ones. He just can't walk away, and that's probably on him. ]
Good.
[ Muttered just before the kiss, carrying the undertone of 'cause I'm gonna get your fucking ass otherwise'. When their lips meet though, it's a lot softer than the rest of Wolfwood suggests. A slow and languid tasting, a quiet coaxing to get him to finally be free of tension for once every time he tries to give him some gentle love. ]
[ Wolfwood truly is a good hunter, though Vash believes that he's a great escape artist... Or at least he thought he was until he met him. He'd know no peace. With every little attempt at ditching him, before he knew it Wolfwood would nose back to his side. There wasn't anything sentimental about it—Wolfwood had a task. He'd act as a guide for the upcoming apocalypse.
Vash gave his presence more meaning than that. It was a comfort he would always forget only to remember. The warmth keeps him smiling as they kiss, relaxing at unfamiliar gentle touch from a familiar hand. The tension that does spur every once in a while isn't from aversion, instead nervous excitement and other feelings he can't think too deeply on with Wolfwood here. Some mix of selfish desire, stemming from pure and innocent love.
There might be a shitty snicker where Vash jokes that this is kind of out of character for Wolfwood.
Anyway, Vash would somehow be both sleepy and wired after where he's like maybe I should polish my gun and clean the barrel?? It was probably a funny first time. ]
[ Dogs choose their masters, after all. It may have been a job given to him, but despite his best attempts, this scruffy ex-blond with too much of a penchant for self-sacrifice and saviourdom wormed his way into the heart he'd tried to forget about. Somehow at the end of it all, they have something bordering domestic, lazy days in bed, pets in hair, comfortable flops of their body weight on each other.
Too comfortable. Retirement doesn't feel quite right yet, but it's a nice thought.
Writes in a fumble that Vash sat on his balls a little bit at one point and it hurt :(. Anyway he's just lounging in bed, swimming off pleasant serotonin and a disgusting amount of affection that kind of grosses the childish part of him out, somewhere deep past the love-addled, stupid surface. ]
[ You writing this fumble is so incredibly funny. He'd say sorry, sorry immediately after. Sorry for his not soft instead bony and firm nonexistent ass. Vash is likely up and about because of the flood of emotions he feels at the end of this all. A part of him feels relaxed after, relief layered in between, and that's weird. Then there's the the gush of overwhelming love shaded in so many swatches, all tailored and targeted to one single person. Love comes easy to him, he loves to love, loves being loved, now accepting love with less resistance, but this...
It's overwhelming and unfamiliar, a welcomed unfamiliar. It makes him itchy. But it also makes him incredibly happy to share a special moment with a special someone despite fumble. So happy, he has to do things like polish his gun. Shiny! ]
[ It's why childbirth is so painful for humans... Peacebringer is sooooo shiny right now it could blind anyone, but Vash does eventually put it down on the desk and considers counting how much ammo he has left. It's good to have a number in mind if he ever has to do showdown math. Sometimes, it's necessary.
It would be as easy as taking out the cartridges, but Wolfwood showing him uncharacteristic concern. The concern part isn't uncharacteristic, it's the blatant display of it. For a moment, he wonders if he passed out and this is a dream. ]
Woah...
[ Quietly, to himself, like there's disbelief this is happening. The allergic reaction of his childish side vibrates intensely, but seeing Wolfwood's expression has him reconsider. It's sweet and he can feel the warmth of endearment in his chest all over again. It bleeds to how he looks at Wolfwood, fond.
Wait. He's supposed to respond. He cartoonishly straightens up and raises both hands, shaking them, expression frantic as he tries to clear things up. ]
No, no, no! You didn't! I should be asking you that since... You know...
[ Pointy hard metal parts here and there, rough scars all along, etc. ]
[ To be fair I don't think it's pleasant for most. ]
Oi, don't "woah" me, I'm bein' for real here!
[ DIPSHIT. He's lying prone on the bed, lowering his head unto his crossed arms. Definitely the image of an oversized dog, loafing around but watching. ]
The rate you're going, you're gonna turn that barrel into a mirror, that's all.
[ Most animals do not go through as much pain... ]
I know you are.
[ He grows quiet for a moment and abandons his abrupt polishing obsession to close the short distance from the desk to the bed. There's still room for him to slip back in, right? He tries to, under the sheets too, and rests his head on Wolfwood's arm while he wraps an arm over his back. This is nice, even if it has his heart flutter a little before calming, and he indulges in the warmth that comes from skin against skin. Very cozy that Wolfwood also tends to run warm.
Eventually, he lifts his head so he can nose the side of Wolfwood's, nuzzling to comfort. He lets out a hushed whisper as he does, soft and grateful. He appreciates you. He appreciates you so much. ]
[ There's definitely enough room for Vash to crawl back in. Wolfwood will make it, even if it is in their two-giant-freaks-one-regular-bed situation. He settles comfortably here despite Vash's angular frame, metal bits poking. Even that warms up within a few seconds when they're together. ]
You ain't gotta thank me worth shit. [ He hums, the usual nonchalance. He could say something real cheesy and real stupid but he decides to refrain. Instead, he settles for throwing his arm back over Vash's back and pressing his lips on the other's forehead, a quiet but warm gesture. ]
[ True... Metal will adjust to the temperature, but they're still two giants in a regular sized bed. They're fit snug as peas in a pod, unfortunately or fortunately, but the ship has good circulation and AC. He was going to retort and double down on his gratitude because he had been used to holding his words close and away, letting it die on his tongue, and watching people disappear. Battle of words, even if it'll embarrass Wolfwood out of the bed.
But that plan melts into nothing quickly. Lips to the forehead, ever so sweet, has his heart race a little more, butterflies in his stomach flutter again, and familiar warmth spreading over him. The guild is ever present, but quiet. He doesn't let it spoil this moment because love is stronger. ]
Yeah.
[ No resistance to that, instead his hands raise up to Wolfwood's face to outline his jaw and steadies him at an angle. He kisses his scruffy chin in return. Maybe it should end there, but he kisses his lips next, his nose, between the eyes, corner of his eye (the other side is too difficult to do), his forehead.
More kisses because you won't accept his gratitude. Endless kisses? This is his retaliation. ]
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Wolfwood has placed his hand on him plenty of times. Context and situation really does change how it feels. It's interesting? ]
I won't.
[ Though he can't promise to not be too shy. At least he is sure about not running. They've done this song and dance enough where he thinks that he should stay—it feels like something he owes him.
The little tug does have him dip lower much like Wolfwood wants, giving him a kiss much like Wolfwood wants. ]
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Good.
[ Muttered just before the kiss, carrying the undertone of 'cause I'm gonna get your fucking ass otherwise'. When their lips meet though, it's a lot softer than the rest of Wolfwood suggests. A slow and languid tasting, a quiet coaxing to get him to finally be free of tension for once every time he tries to give him some gentle love. ]
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Vash gave his presence more meaning than that. It was a comfort he would always forget only to remember. The warmth keeps him smiling as they kiss, relaxing at unfamiliar gentle touch from a familiar hand. The tension that does spur every once in a while isn't from aversion, instead nervous excitement and other feelings he can't think too deeply on with Wolfwood here. Some mix of selfish desire, stemming from pure and innocent love.
There might be a shitty snicker where Vash jokes that this is kind of out of character for Wolfwood.
Anyway, Vash would somehow be both sleepy and wired after where he's like maybe I should polish my gun and clean the barrel?? It was probably a funny first time. ]
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Too comfortable. Retirement doesn't feel quite right yet, but it's a nice thought.
Writes in a fumble that Vash sat on his balls a little bit at one point and it hurt :(. Anyway he's just lounging in bed, swimming off pleasant serotonin and a disgusting amount of affection that kind of grosses the childish part of him out, somewhere deep past the love-addled, stupid surface. ]
Jesus, settle down.
[ Why are you WIRED. ]
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It's overwhelming and unfamiliar, a welcomed unfamiliar. It makes him itchy. But it also makes him incredibly happy to share a special moment with a special someone despite fumble. So happy, he has to do things like polish his gun. Shiny! ]
I am settled down!
[ WHY IS HE SO WIRED? ]
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You'd be glow-in-the-dark from how much you're sparkin'.
[ He sits up just a little bit, raising a brow at first, but his expression does slowly melt into a shard of concern. ]
Didn't hurt you or anything, did I?
[ Granted realistically it really is like. Physically? They could put each other through the wall but he really is thinking (fretting) more broadly. ]
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It would be as easy as taking out the cartridges, but Wolfwood showing him uncharacteristic concern. The concern part isn't uncharacteristic, it's the blatant display of it. For a moment, he wonders if he passed out and this is a dream. ]
Woah...
[ Quietly, to himself, like there's disbelief this is happening. The allergic reaction of his childish side vibrates intensely, but seeing Wolfwood's expression has him reconsider. It's sweet and he can feel the warmth of endearment in his chest all over again. It bleeds to how he looks at Wolfwood, fond.
Wait. He's supposed to respond. He cartoonishly straightens up and raises both hands, shaking them, expression frantic as he tries to clear things up. ]
No, no, no! You didn't! I should be asking you that since... You know...
[ Pointy hard metal parts here and there, rough scars all along, etc. ]
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Oi, don't "woah" me, I'm bein' for real here!
[ DIPSHIT. He's lying prone on the bed, lowering his head unto his crossed arms. Definitely the image of an oversized dog, loafing around but watching. ]
The rate you're going, you're gonna turn that barrel into a mirror, that's all.
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I know you are.
[ He grows quiet for a moment and abandons his abrupt polishing obsession to close the short distance from the desk to the bed. There's still room for him to slip back in, right? He tries to, under the sheets too, and rests his head on Wolfwood's arm while he wraps an arm over his back. This is nice, even if it has his heart flutter a little before calming, and he indulges in the warmth that comes from skin against skin. Very cozy that Wolfwood also tends to run warm.
Eventually, he lifts his head so he can nose the side of Wolfwood's, nuzzling to comfort. He lets out a hushed whisper as he does, soft and grateful. He appreciates you. He appreciates you so much. ]
Thanks.
[ For double-checking, for caring about him. ]
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You ain't gotta thank me worth shit. [ He hums, the usual nonchalance. He could say something real cheesy and real stupid but he decides to refrain. Instead, he settles for throwing his arm back over Vash's back and pressing his lips on the other's forehead, a quiet but warm gesture. ]
Sleep?
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But that plan melts into nothing quickly. Lips to the forehead, ever so sweet, has his heart race a little more, butterflies in his stomach flutter again, and familiar warmth spreading over him. The guild is ever present, but quiet. He doesn't let it spoil this moment because love is stronger. ]
Yeah.
[ No resistance to that, instead his hands raise up to Wolfwood's face to outline his jaw and steadies him at an angle. He kisses his scruffy chin in return. Maybe it should end there, but he kisses his lips next, his nose, between the eyes, corner of his eye (the other side is too difficult to do), his forehead.
More kisses because you won't accept his gratitude. Endless kisses? This is his retaliation. ]