( for as long as he's known, they've been on their own.
they were born on this planet, yes, and it has come to be their home in the sense that they're well aware they have nowhere else to go, and have to make the best of what they're given, which means hoofing it from one city to another, and another, and another still and vash is sure they're never going to know real rest until —
until his brother finds his followers. one by one by one they'd come, and they'd stayed and vash hadn't asked any questions because his brother tells him not to worry, he's going to take care of them both, and doesn't he trust him?
yes, yes i trust you, nai. i'll always trust you.
he's never given him a reason not to, and he's not about to start questioning his motives now, right? even if those that believe in him — in them — have a tendency to err on the side of fanatical, vash still stands on the periphery of everything and follows his twin's instruction, because he knows best.
he knows best.
they share a room and a bed, because of course they do and it's still early morning, before nai has a chance to rise before him that vash curls in close against his side as he always does; it's as natural as anything, the pull he feels toward his brother that keeps him close. nuzzling into the space between his chin and his collarbones, vash fills it with the softest nuzzles and even softer sighs, seeking to tangle their legs together as he always does when there are small moments in the morning like this, before his brother steals away from their bed and sees to whatever business he must.
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Date: 2023-07-05 01:21 am (UTC)they were born on this planet, yes, and it has come to be their home in the sense that they're well aware they have nowhere else to go, and have to make the best of what they're given, which means hoofing it from one city to another, and another, and another still and vash is sure they're never going to know real rest until —
until his brother finds his followers. one by one by one they'd come, and they'd stayed and vash hadn't asked any questions because his brother tells him not to worry, he's going to take care of them both, and doesn't he trust him?
yes, yes i trust you, nai. i'll always trust you.
he's never given him a reason not to, and he's not about to start questioning his motives now, right? even if those that believe in him — in them — have a tendency to err on the side of fanatical, vash still stands on the periphery of everything and follows his twin's instruction, because he knows best.
he knows best.
they share a room and a bed, because of course they do and it's still early morning, before nai has a chance to rise before him that vash curls in close against his side as he always does; it's as natural as anything, the pull he feels toward his brother that keeps him close. nuzzling into the space between his chin and his collarbones, vash fills it with the softest nuzzles and even softer sighs, seeking to tangle their legs together as he always does when there are small moments in the morning like this, before his brother steals away from their bed and sees to whatever business he must.
stay. )