( he's the one trying to soothe you, you bonehead —
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. )
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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.