( he doesn't know exactly what lies ahead in his future — no one ever does, he likes to think, and that's what makes it interesting — but there's something about the way wolfwood had joined them that there might be more to, he isn't entirely sure, but. sometimes he has a sixth sense about the unknown, or maybe it's that niggling thing in the back of his mind that insists he actually has some manner of self-preservation in him, but that much remains to be seen, doesn't it?
this much is true: he's glad nicholas is with them. he enjoys his company, those wry smiles of his when he deigns to give them, the roughness of his abbreviated laughter when he deigns to give that over, though it seems to be in much smaller supply than the aforementioned smiles. there are walls there, and he knows them when he sees them because he has his own up all around him, but …
some part of him hopes that he might be able to find a break, a breach that will let him see more of the wolfwood that lies on the inside. the one that would do anything and everything to save the place he'd called home, and the brother he'd lost despite everything.
no one ever really knows anyone else, do they? that's a part of the human condition vash likes to think he's a part of, because so many things elude him.
he gives a sheepish little grin at i'm a man of my word, ain't i? because yeah, yeah he is as far as vash is concerned, and he taps the fingers of his prosthetic against the glass when it comes, not lifting it to drink just yet, and instead asking: )
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Date: 2023-07-28 12:00 am (UTC)this much is true: he's glad nicholas is with them. he enjoys his company, those wry smiles of his when he deigns to give them, the roughness of his abbreviated laughter when he deigns to give that over, though it seems to be in much smaller supply than the aforementioned smiles. there are walls there, and he knows them when he sees them because he has his own up all around him, but …
some part of him hopes that he might be able to find a break, a breach that will let him see more of the wolfwood that lies on the inside. the one that would do anything and everything to save the place he'd called home, and the brother he'd lost despite everything.
no one ever really knows anyone else, do they? that's a part of the human condition vash likes to think he's a part of, because so many things elude him.
he gives a sheepish little grin at i'm a man of my word, ain't i? because yeah, yeah he is as far as vash is concerned, and he taps the fingers of his prosthetic against the glass when it comes, not lifting it to drink just yet, and instead asking: )
What're we drinking to?