( speaking of glowing, his markings are already beginning to flicker a little bit here and there; it's always when emotions run high, when he's flustered or afraid or just feeling so intensely that there is no way of hiding it, and this … he's never thought about what it means to glow when he gets closer to laying his clutch, but he thinks again that it might have something to do with wolfwood being so close, and now being so — transparent about wanting to help him?
he doesn't know. he doesn't know and he may as well just pile that in with everything else that eludes him. there's a lot of that these days, and sometimes it's all he can do to effectively grin and bear it as best he can, because what else is he supposed to do?
wolfwood is cursing, and vash is half-expecting him to finally get up and walk out, because this has to be too much to deal with on top of everything else they've been through recently, and he hates it, because no, he didn't ask for this. should feel no obligation to stick around or even make sure he's all right at the end of it, he wouldn't have asked him to in the first place —
but then he's asking what he needs. how we — we — are doing this, and it makes vash's chest ache in an almost pleasant sort of way. his expression is soft, vulnerable when he looks up at him again, and then down at the pile of threadbare linens he's accumulated. ) Um. ( intelligent, stampede.
he fidgets again, shifting the blanket and sheet around him. ) Whatever can pass for one with what we've got, I guess, it's always like … a compulsion to make one? If that makes any sense at all. ( nothing about this makes sense, vash. surely you realize that by now.
the line of his mouth thins as he looks down at his lap again, not even wanting to think about the mess he's about to make. ) I should … probably take my pants off before it gets too far along, or there's gonna be an even bigger mess and nobody wants to deal with that. ( he pauses, lets the silence stretch out between them far longer than he should. ) I gotta warn you, it's uh— I'm not— it's weird.
( well of course it is. you aren't human. but it's something he's always been self-conscious about, even if there's never been anyone else to see him like this. to know how different he is. )
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Date: 2024-11-04 10:05 pm (UTC)he doesn't know. he doesn't know and he may as well just pile that in with everything else that eludes him. there's a lot of that these days, and sometimes it's all he can do to effectively grin and bear it as best he can, because what else is he supposed to do?
wolfwood is cursing, and vash is half-expecting him to finally get up and walk out, because this has to be too much to deal with on top of everything else they've been through recently, and he hates it, because no, he didn't ask for this. should feel no obligation to stick around or even make sure he's all right at the end of it, he wouldn't have asked him to in the first place —
but then he's asking what he needs. how we — we — are doing this, and it makes vash's chest ache in an almost pleasant sort of way. his expression is soft, vulnerable when he looks up at him again, and then down at the pile of threadbare linens he's accumulated. ) Um. ( intelligent, stampede.
he fidgets again, shifting the blanket and sheet around him. ) Whatever can pass for one with what we've got, I guess, it's always like … a compulsion to make one? If that makes any sense at all. ( nothing about this makes sense, vash. surely you realize that by now.
the line of his mouth thins as he looks down at his lap again, not even wanting to think about the mess he's about to make. ) I should … probably take my pants off before it gets too far along, or there's gonna be an even bigger mess and nobody wants to deal with that. ( he pauses, lets the silence stretch out between them far longer than he should. ) I gotta warn you, it's uh— I'm not— it's weird.
( well of course it is. you aren't human. but it's something he's always been self-conscious about, even if there's never been anyone else to see him like this. to know how different he is. )