( of course he hasn't been here long enough to know exactly where everything is at any given time, but park means trees or maybe some other measure of plantlife, and if the layout of his book shop if any indication being surrounded by as much means some kind of comfort he can get elsewhere.
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.
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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. )