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You've reached Nicholas D. Wolfwood, undertaker extraordinaire. You know what to do.
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Oct. 3rd, 2023 07:06 pmnickotineYou've reached Nicholas D. Wolfwood, undertaker extraordinaire. You know what to do.
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Date: 2023-10-17 01:11 pm (UTC)Where are you?
Can we talk?
[ Is he drunk. ]
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Date: 2023-10-17 05:23 pm (UTC)checking out the restaurant
( he means the gacha one, of course. if there are any others. trust him to get to know the food spots first. )
course we can talk
you okay?
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Date: 2023-10-17 05:32 pm (UTC)???
Which one?
I'm ok.
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Date: 2023-10-17 06:38 pm (UTC)the gacha one
you sure?
you talk more than this with a mouth full of donut
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Date: 2023-10-18 05:37 am (UTC)...It can wait till after you eat.
[ Wuss. ]
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Date: 2023-10-18 03:12 pm (UTC)you never ask him for anything, so even something as small as 'can we talk' is enough to tip his curiosity over the line into concerned. )
i haven't ordered anything
like i said i was just checking it out
if you need to talk, we're gonna talk
where are you? i'll come to you
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Date: 2023-10-18 03:21 pm (UTC)I'm around.
It's not that important, Wolfwood. It can wait.
You don't have to chase after me. I'm not going anywhere.
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Date: 2023-10-18 06:10 pm (UTC)it ain't gonna be me chasing you until you're conveniently not where you were five minutes ago
i'm sure nobody's ever accused you of being dodgy when you really don't wanna talk about something
( will sarcasm transfer through text? stay tuned to find out. )
i'm either coming to you now or you're gonna spill the beans here
your choice
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Date: 2023-10-18 06:21 pm (UTC)With how long he takes to answer it really almost seems like hes picked the run and hude option until:]
Shigeru, the doctor, says he could regrow my arm.
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Date: 2023-10-18 07:10 pm (UTC)he gives him the benefit of the doubt up until the very last minute, and he's readying himself to go on a wild tongari chase when a message finally comes through, and he tries his level best to curb his enthusiasm.
and it's going to take him a second, himself, to respond. because this is going to take some processing. because. what. )
could?
like it's not 100% for sure?
or a 'could if i wanted him to' kind of deal?
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Date: 2023-10-18 08:50 pm (UTC)I told him I needed to think about it.
I dont know if it's a good idea.
[ well. Sort of. ]
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Date: 2023-10-18 09:41 pm (UTC)how can it not be a good idea?
( sigh. hold up, wait a minute. back up. )
i mean
it's not like it would be detrimental to your health or anything to grow it back, right?
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Date: 2023-10-18 09:53 pm (UTC)No. I don't think so at least.
That's not how he made it seem.
But the prosthetic is kind of useful isn't it?
[ this makes lying so much easier. Couching how he feels in statements easier for others to swallow. ]
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Date: 2023-10-18 09:59 pm (UTC)sure, but
i dunno, tactile guy like you
figured you might want both flesh and bone hands if you ever miraculously got the chance to have them again
and it looks like you do
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Date: 2023-10-18 10:02 pm (UTC)Maybe, when I was younger.
I don't know about now.
Maybe it's not.
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:01 pm (UTC)why not?
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:27 pm (UTC)Something like that...
Isn't something I deserve.
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:32 pm (UTC)( okay. maybe don't capslock yell at him. but he needs a second.
the silence is him lighting up a smoke and taking a deep drag. )
sorry
but blondie
seriously?
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:48 pm (UTC)Sorry.
[ Why should he get something like that back when, just a scant two years ago he was the reason that so many people died? ]
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:51 pm (UTC)( he has an idea of why you might think like that, but he's going to make you say it himself.
he's angry, yeah, but it's not really his right. )
you wanted to talk, so let's talk
what's got you so convinced?
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Date: 2023-10-18 11:58 pm (UTC)You know why, Wolfwood.
[ this is going to be SUCH a painful conversation. Vash is already wandering off somewhere to sit under autumn trees and pretend he's some kind of fungus. Sitting at home having this conversation is making him want to crawl out of his skin. ]
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Date: 2023-10-19 12:19 am (UTC)he takes another few pulls from his cigarette before he responds, likely beginning his own wandering again when vash finds his tree. )
don't you dare
tell me
that this is because of what happened in july
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Date: 2023-10-19 12:22 am (UTC)[ He won't. He's perfectly content letting that guilt sit on his shoulders alone. ]
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Date: 2023-10-19 12:28 am (UTC)damn it
no
stop that
right now
( he chews on the cigarette filter irritably. )
where did you say you were again?
( he knows you never did, but he's not about to have the rest of this conversation through text. )
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Date: 2023-10-19 12:37 am (UTC)[ He is LITERALLY doing what you wanted him to do. Isnt he? ]
At the bookstore?
[ He is not at the bookstore. ]
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Date: 2023-10-19 12:47 am (UTC)not entirely
( stop taking everything literally. )
is that a question?
ARE you at the bookstore?
( he's stringing him along for that, because don't you think that would be the first place he looked? )
let's try this again
where
are
you
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Date: 2023-10-19 12:58 am (UTC)Don't look for me. ]
Park.
→ action, you knew it would happen eventually
Date: 2023-10-19 04:07 pm (UTC)he hasn't thought about this. not in the least. but the important thing is to keep vash talking while he's wandering. )
getting warmer
( like this is a game of 'hot or cold' and the prize at the end of it is a blond curled in on himself at the foot of a tree, and even if it takes him a good little bit to find him, his anger hasn't had much of a chance to sink back down to anything lower than a simmer.
when he does find him, he sets the cross punisher down gently off to the side and reaches to haul vash up with the fingers of both hands curled into his collar, pressing his back flush against the tree's trunk with a low, rumbling noise in the back of his throat settling into the small space between them. it's too close, but he isn't going to let this go until he gets his point across. )
I want you to tell me in very simple words. ( he breathes out, fingers flexing in fabric. ) What makes you think you can get away with takin' all the blame for somethin' that wasn't wholly your fault. To th'point you think you don't even deserve gettin' your own arm back? Don't be stupid.
( his tone is harsh, because of course it is, because it has to be, but what lingers between the lines is just as clear.
it wasn't your fault. )
i am ready
Date: 2023-10-20 04:07 am (UTC)Millions of people are dead, Wolfwood.
[ He says it so sternly. So certainly. But in the same moment he takes in a breath and the sound of it shakes. His eyes are wet, but that's as far as it goes, the way he blinks the threat of tears away and doesn't even allow himself that much decisive, and purposeful. ]
I'm the one that killed them.
[ it is his fault. He could have changed it. He could have stopped it, if he had just tried something else if he had just talked sense into-- ]
are you sure
Date: 2023-10-22 09:37 pm (UTC)but that also means he's feeling guilty about something, about everything that had happened in july, and he's not about to stand for it. not for a second.
he growls out a low sound that catches just behind his teeth when vash finally speaks up, fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt, flexing while he thinks of an answer that isn't simply shut the hell up. )
Yeah, and a whole lot more woulda followed if you hadn't tried to do what you did.
( trust that he understands how terrible the situation is, because he does, but vash hadn't been the only one at fault, hadn't been the one to set everything in motion, and he's not going to let him continue to beat himself up over something he had so little control over.
without thinking, he reaches up and brushes the pad of his thumb through the wetness at the corner of one of vash's eyes, the left one, just above his beauty mark. he'll deny that it happened, later. probably. )
It's not like it was somethin' you set out to do. Not somethin' you had any control over. I am not gonna let you keep holdin' all the blame in that fool heart of yours, 'cause it wasn't your fault. Do you understand me?
y...es???? maybe.
Date: 2023-10-25 01:01 am (UTC)Yeah. I understand.
B[ ut he doesn't agree. His jaw sets in a stubborn pout, and he lifts his hands up to settle on Wolfwood's wrists. Or, well, one wrist. The touch to his face has him caught a little off guard, the gentleness of it something that Vash immediately wants to pull away from. He doesn't deserve that. He doesn't deserve the harsh kindness that Wolfwood is trying to shovel down his throat. ]
Let me go, Wolfwood. You made your point.
we'll see won't we
Date: 2023-10-25 02:23 pm (UTC)honestly, tongari, it's like you don't know him at all.
nicholas' mouth pulls into a very firm, very thin line. ) You understand. ( he echoes, almost mimics for how flat his tone is. they're approaching very, very dangerous territory if they keep going like they do, and he really doesn't want this to turn into a full-blown argument, not with how their initial first meeting had gone and certainly not with how it had finally started to feel like he wasn't missing something.
he doesn't allow himself to look down and see how the other's hand is settled on top of the one of his own that isn't still effectively cupping the side of his face. ) But you don't agree. Do you? Just goin' along with what I say isn't gonna make a damn bit of difference if they're just words outta your own mouth. ( he swallows hard, and his fingers curl a little tighter into the fabric of his shirt. )
What good's it gonna do you to keep torturin' yourself like this, huh? You deserve better.
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Date: 2023-10-30 01:58 am (UTC)Maybe he knew that when he tried what he did that Wolfwood wouldn't fall for it, but maybe he hoped for the chance that he'd leave it alone, just for a little while. ]
I don't deserve anything like that, Wolfwood. Punishment isn't torture. It's endured because it's deserved. That's what...
[ He frowns, biting down on the inside of his lower lip to chew at the tender skin there, enough that he soon tastes the copper of blood in his mouth. He keeps chewing. It helps him focus on something that's not the warmth of Wolfwood's hand on the side of his face, or the warmth that comes from him standing this close. It just reminds him of the day Wolfwood showed up, and the hug they shared.
He hadn't deserved that either, nor had he deserved Wolfwood's arrival here. ]
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Date: 2023-10-30 05:42 pm (UTC)but that doesn't mean he's going to let him wallow in all the pain he holds onto, either. he holds on to every damned thing, and that's the problem, because sometimes you just have to let go for the sake of being able to keep moving forward, and if vash keeps going like this, he's going to be spinning his wheels for the rest of his damned life and nicholas can't stand the thought of it.
he inhales sharply and exhales through his nostrils, the act itself ending up sounding more like a snort than anything else, and it's just more of a testament to how short his fuse is becoming now that it's been lit. )
You don't deserve punishment either. ( dipshit is silently added onto the end of that, but he's not about to say it out loud. not yet, anyway, but if vash keeps pushing back at him like this he's likely to let some things slip that he wouldn't otherwise. ) Did you want to blow up an entire city? No. Did you try to keep your psycho, homicidal brother from doing it? Yes. ( he's practically growling through gritted teeth now, voice low and dangerous in the back of his throat. gravel beneath a bootheel. )
You did the best y'could, and it wasn't good enough— so what? Nobody's perfect all the damn time.
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Date: 2023-11-06 01:24 am (UTC)To all those lives.
Including his brother's own.
No one is perfect, but even that doesn't feel like reason enough for the devastation. If his brother was willing to die for what he so desperately wanted, even if Vash didn't understand it, then was there more Vash could have done before he fell and turned July into a crater?
He bows his head, the motion enough to land his forehead on Wolfwood's shoulder. ]
What am I supposed to do?
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Date: 2023-11-06 09:17 pm (UTC)he's about to open his mouth again, to keep pressing his words into that blond, spiky head of his until some of them stick but vash — he lets his own head drop forward, brings his forehead to rest against his shoulder and when he speaks up again he sounds so. so much like the weight of everything is still on his shoulders and pressing him down further into his own spiraling thoughts than he already was, and all at once the fingers gripping his collar loosen.
he sighs, leaning forward a bit himself and turning his head as though to speak against the shell of his ear, but he ends up more in the vicinity of his neck, breath fanning warm and soft over the beat of his pulse. his fingers absently smooth over the line of his collarbone, unbeknownst to him, completely of their own volition.
a point of contact that tries to offer some measure of comfort instead of screaming listen to me. ) Keep movin' forward. ( he finally says, voice just a little bit rough around the edges now. ) Like you have been. Keep makin' friends here. Live.
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Date: 2023-11-07 04:25 am (UTC)Keep moving forward. Maybe he could try that. It's what he's been doing here, maybe, a little since returning. Even before Wolfwood got here, he'd had a handful of people checking on him, helping him. Lioriley had even trimmed his hair back the way that felt right. He exhales a breath that lands against Wolfwood's neck as he turns to bury his nose against the skin there. He smells like tobacco, a familiar scent that Vash finds a little soothing.
Or perhaps it's the warmth he feels so drawn to. He's tired, more tired than maybe he should, being what he is, but his arm feels heavy and he leans his weight into Wolfwood without really fully meaning to. He hums out a response to what's been said, perhaps a little too late, but at least he remembered.
Keep moving forward. Okay. ]
I'll try. Since you asked. I'll try, for you.
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Date: 2023-11-07 07:02 pm (UTC)it's here in the interim where nothing is sure that he soaks in the warmth of him, his other hand slipping down from his collar and making its way around to the middle of his back, arm curling around him quite without his permission, like his body is ready to go to war with his mind if he thinks to put any real distance between them.
close like this, he swears he can feel vash's pulse, and if he were to turn his head just so he could press a kiss there, barely-there, like a secret between them. he thinks about it — and then he thinks about how he doesn't deserve that, either — and he lets out a sigh that ends with him bonking his own forehead against the blond's shoulder, stupid, stupid, stupid echoing in the back of his mind as he taps a reprimand against his collarbone with index and middle fingers. )
Don't do it for me, Spikey. Do it for you. ( his words are just a little bit muffled because he can't be assed to pull back enough to speak properly, so vash is probably going to feel his mouth moving against his shoulder. nbd. ) But … thanks, for tryin' at all. That's all I'm askin'.
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Date: 2023-11-09 03:12 am (UTC)Maybe it's a little weird, but the moment that Wolfwood's forehead bonks against his shoulder, Vash huffs out a laugh. It's a quiet, delicate thing, mostly air and not a lot of bark at all. He might have even had something smart to say about it, but Wolfwood beats him to the punch. ]
Yeah. I'll try, Wolfwood. [ He turns his head in toward the weird way they're hugging, unintentionally but on purpose nosing against the shell of Wolfwood's ear, through dark, shaggy hair. It's weird how something as simple as an embrace from someone familiar has done so much to spread a mending balm over the cracks and bruises on the surface of his heart. ]
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Date: 2023-11-09 08:09 pm (UTC)but there isn't going to be any denial of how nice the touch feels; it's easy to forget just how touch-starved he really is until there is some manner of touch, and vash — vash and his ridiculously tactile ass — always seems to be the one to remind him that before him, he can barely remember the last time anyone had even bothered touching his shoulder, much less hugging him.
( he'd still been a child, that much is true, and while it isn't as far off as it seems some days, it feels like more than a lifetime away. left behind in a past he'd been made to trade in for a future he hadn't asked for. )
he likes the sound of the other's laugh whenever it comes, even when it's exaggerated and all for show but in this quiet moment, that even quieter huff of laughter against his neck sounds about as genuine as he's ever heard it, and he can't help thinking wish you'd laugh like that more often.
suits you.
his throat bobs in a shallow, useless swallow when the other's nose brushes over the shell of his ear, tendrils of warmth prickling over the back of his neck upwards and it's too on-point to be an accident ( you little shit ) and so, in turn, he presses the uncharacteristically soft line of his mouth against the beat of vash's pulse, no more pressure than that, lingering just long enough to register the flutter of his heartbeat beneath the surface of his skin.
an approximation of a kiss, if there ever was one. )
'Preciate it.
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Date: 2023-11-17 02:53 am (UTC)And somehow, that doesn't feel right either. Not when the proximity is the closest thing to comforting in a long time. He exhales a breath, trying his hardest to keep it even and unaffected, but if there's a sound that could be mistaken as a whine, no there isn't.
Stupid. ]
Let's... Let's go home, Wolfwood.
[ Vash shifts then, one foot stepping back as he moves his hand from where it is to slip between the two if them, the palm of it sliding up Wolfwood's front to settle on his chest with a gentle push. It's really a token effort to separate, but he keeps his hand there, soaking up the warmth coming from Wolfwood from underneath his shirt.
So stupid. ]
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Date: 2023-11-17 04:52 pm (UTC)because he's pushing him away, isn't he? that hand against his chest, while it might be soaking up his warmth it isn't letting him any closer, either, and there's something about that that makes his heart sink a bit in his chest. like he knows he's trying for something futile, but he has to try anyway, just to be able to say he did it in the first place.
he hears the sound that comes out of him — the whine that isn't — and he wants to chase after it, he wants to feel it on his lips and taste it on his tongue, wants to feel it all the way down to his goddamned bones but he doesn't want to press too far. doesn't want to scare him off just because he has the impulse control of a toddler when he's around him.
damn it, spikey.
nicholas exhales through his nose, a warm, slow puff of air against vash's neck as he pulls back a fraction of an inch, pausing because even something so simple makes it feel like they're miles apart again; one hand slips up to cradle the edge of his jaw very, very briefly, a phantom touch more than anything else, and only because he can't stop himself from it. it feels like he's losing something he'd never even had to begin with. )
Yeah, a'right. ( he withdraws completely then, taking his touch and its warmth back with it, bending to retrieve the punisher and hauling it up onto his shoulder as easily as anything. he steps away, turns away, and his chest aches in a way he can't quite put words to. )
Let's go.
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Date: 2023-11-17 06:03 pm (UTC)Wait.
[ It’s too late. Vash exhales Wolfwood’s name in defeat the moment punisher is hauled up onto his back like some kind of shield. Like an open door being shut in his face, Vash feels as though he’d made a very calculated misstep. Vash lets his hand drop down to his side, heavy and leaden as he turns his head to look down and away.
He’s felt like his nerves were vibrating out of his skin before but now he feels like his stomach is about to fall out onto the earth. He’s not sure what’s worse, but at least the nerves had a pleasant warm feeling.
It’s not fair to blame the weapon fully. As much as Vash thinks he might have stepped forward and wrapped an arm back around Wolfwood, maybe he wouldn’t. Maybe he’s still too much of a coward, maybe he just doesn’t deserve it.
He doesn’t cry. That would be ridiculous. But, his eyes are wet before he can stop them and Vash lifts that heavy hand and rubs it over his face. He doesn’t move from where he stands.
Pull it together, Stampede. ]
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Date: 2023-11-17 06:51 pm (UTC)don't you dare. don't you fucking dare. don't be a coward.
wait, vash says, and even if it's probably the softest thing he's ever heard in his life, even if he's not entirely sure he hears it at all in the first place it's enough to have wolfwood pausing. stopping before he can even think to put one foot in front of the other and step away from him completely, hope fluttering in his chest like the beat of a thousand tiny wings against his ribs, and he thinks —
no. he doesn't. he doesn't think for once in his god-forsaken life before he's reaching to curl that same hand over the side of the blond's neck, the pad of his thumb pressing just beneath the edge of his jaw in an attempt to tip his face upward. it isn't quite gentle, but it isn't quite harsh, but the press of lips against lips is sweet enough to counter anything that might be perceived as such. even with as abrupt as it is.
wait.
don't go.
don't leave me again, you stupid bastard.
wolfwood inhales sharply through his nose, pressing forward until he has vash fully backed up against the tree, the fingers of his other hand still hooked into the punisher's straps but he barely feels the weight of it at all, a familiar thing in the back of his mind dwarfed by the unfamiliar pressure against his mouth, warm and soft and the kind of sweet that's bound to leave you with a couple of cavities. at the very least, a bit of a toothache.
almost too gently, he sucks vash's bottom lip between his own and nibbles at it, something of a tease and something to keep him grounded all at once, like there's any chance he's going to be able to convince himself that this isn't actually happening.
finally. finally. )
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Date: 2023-11-19 01:15 am (UTC)He's a little thankful that he manages to keep from doing anything ridiculous like stumble over his own feet while standing still, mind way too focused on the way Wolfwood's lips feel against his own. Belatedly, maybe, he tilts his head just a little, just slightly, a soft pleased hum leaving his throat as he flicks his tongue over the curve of Wolfwood's lips.
It was only a few minutes ago that Wolfwood had him shoved up against this tree for wildly different reasons. The press of bark against his back is a weird sort of comfort, keeping him upright while letting more of his focus shift to the new sensation of lips on his own. It's not his first kiss, but perhaps one of the few he's felt drawn to return.
One arm isn't nearly enough in this moment as he lifts his hand up to tangle in dark unruly hair at the back of Wolfwood's scalp. There's no pull to it, but it's a little desperate in the way he holds on, keeping Wolfwood from leaving again. Wolfwood's teeth nibble at his lower lip and Vash slides into the opening to lick into his mouth, slipping his tongue past teeth to taste him. It's not elegant, but it's enthusiastic, his own shakey exhale lost between them. ]
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Date: 2023-11-20 04:27 pm (UTC)like he's losing something, too, even if he's not quite sure what it is.
nothing about this is elegant, it can't be when there's nothing in him but the kind of desperate need that's been beating in his chest right alongside his frantic heart when he'd realized he couldn't find him. because damn it, he still had so much he needed to say, so much he needed to apologize for because in the end, a stupid piece of paper could never be worth trading a life away, and he needed vash to know that he was sorry, so sorry, if he could do it all over again it would be so different —
( would it have been, though? when it had meant the difference between keeping the orphanage safe or letting it fall into the wrong hands? )
he's not thinking about that now; the only thing on his mind is the way their mouths fit together, vash's lips so soft and warm against his own that he's not entirely sure he isn't dreaming the whole thing, perfect as it is. it isn't long before he lets the punisher go, lowering its weight to the ground at their feet as gently as he's able without putting any distance between them because he needs to have both hands on him. needs to create as many points of contact as he possibly can just to be sure it's real.
that now-free hand presses against the very center of vash's chest, fingers splayed damn near possessively over the warmth of his skin beneath a layer of fabric and a quiet, soft moan is startled out of him when the other's tongue slides into his mouth; he curls his own against it, tasting him in turn and groaning at the sweetness of him. it's so much, and still not enough all at once.
absently, the hand at his neck slips up to brush away the wetness teasing the corner of one eye with the pad of his thumb, and he pulls back just as much as he needs to murmur against his mouth: ) Don't cry. ( a brief nip of a kiss, and then: ) You beautiful idiot.
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Date: 2023-12-19 01:57 am (UTC)[ The apology is muttered breathlessly as Vash pulls in a chest full of air, not quite willing to put any additional distance between them, either. He moves to chase after another kiss, the motion subtle but also abruptly stopped as he settles a hand atop the one splayed against his chest. It's almost like he's trying to make sure that what he feels is real, the past few moments just a little to the left of surreal.
He finally relents, if only to lean into the warmth of the hand to his face, shifting the angle of his jaw just enough to nose against the palm of Wolfwood's hand. He's NOT crying, not right now, the wet there having only been the threat of action rather than his emotions following through. ]
Wolfwood...
[ It's just his name, at first. And then after his lips find a place just below Wolfwood's thumb to press his lips to, he speaks again. ]
If I go.[ About his arm. If he goes and listens and considers it... ] You'll come with me?
[ It's a little needy maybe, a little out of the ordinary for him, and there's something to the way Vash makes sure to keep his hold on Wolfwood where he's got his one hand. Like he's making sure, in a round about way, that Wolfwood isn't going to leave. ]
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Date: 2023-12-20 04:54 pm (UTC)of course he hadn't been thinking when he'd closed that distance between them, when he'd taken the blond's mouth in a kiss that he swears he's going to be able to feel, to taste in the back of his mind until he can no longer take a breath, and while he's never really thought about death in terms of his own very much up to now, he's pretty sure he could take the final steps to his grave in that very moment and feel like he has no regrets.
finally, a distant voice insists once again, you're finally gettin' your shit together, aren't ya?
vash nuzzles into his palm, and his heart fucking aches as he does it, wanting nothing more than to take away any of the hurt that still lingers in his chest, the ache of everything he thinks he's missing and replacing it with everything he has in him to give. anythin' you want, blondie. anythin' i've got, it's yours until you decide you don't want it.
he leans in and brushes a kiss to the center of the other's forehead, nosing beneath the fall of his bangs with a hum. more of a rumble than anything else. )
'Course I'll go. ( he says quietly at first,like it's a secret just between the two of them. ) Haven't you figured out yet, there's nowhere you could go that I'm not gonna follow?