[ Wait, no. This doesn’t feel right. Wolfwood moves away and it feels like the wind is being punched out of him and replaced with cold and frigid air, crystallizing his lungs in the process. He doesn’t even get to lean into the touch on his face before it’s gone, and his expression, despite himself, crumbles a little. ]
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.
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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. ]