( he appreciates everything nai has been able to do for them over the years, how well he's been able to provide for them both even if he probably — definitely — thinks it isn't enough. because his standards are always going to be too high, but there's nothing wrong with having them in the first place, and vash is never going to fault him for it.
it's kept them safe for so long, safe and cared for and he's never going to take a single thing for granted that he's done for them, for the sake of them, and he's going to do everything within his power to do what he can in return, even if he's pretty sure nai doesn't want his little brother fussing too much. as he says.
and … okay, yes, vash is a bit of a fusser. but he does it with all the good intentions, he swears.
nai has always been the lighter sleeper of the two of them, it's true, but that doesn't mean much when vash himself could sleep through the end of the world when he's really tired, and maybe through a handful of natural disasters on a normal night; it helps having his brother near, solid and warm and soothing with every gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, the quiet little snores that he swears up, down and sideways are not a thing but vash knows better, and it makes him chuckle in the back of his throat every. single time.
the younger twin gives a small, trilling sound in the back of his throat — it can only be a purr, even in his sleep — subconsciously honing in on the sound of his brother's voice and curling in even closer, the arm he's laying on trapped between them but the other slipping around his waist. like it so often does, because he likes to be held like this so much, and he'll say as much given half the chance because he's never been shy in his affection. giving, or receiving.
he nuzzles into the hollow of his throat, the next sound of out him a little bit more awake, though still edging more toward inhuman than human. a low, softly rumbling thing. )
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Date: 2023-08-15 02:03 am (UTC)it's kept them safe for so long, safe and cared for and he's never going to take a single thing for granted that he's done for them, for the sake of them, and he's going to do everything within his power to do what he can in return, even if he's pretty sure nai doesn't want his little brother fussing too much. as he says.
and … okay, yes, vash is a bit of a fusser. but he does it with all the good intentions, he swears.
nai has always been the lighter sleeper of the two of them, it's true, but that doesn't mean much when vash himself could sleep through the end of the world when he's really tired, and maybe through a handful of natural disasters on a normal night; it helps having his brother near, solid and warm and soothing with every gentle rise and fall of his chest with every breath, the quiet little snores that he swears up, down and sideways are not a thing but vash knows better, and it makes him chuckle in the back of his throat every. single time.
the younger twin gives a small, trilling sound in the back of his throat — it can only be a purr, even in his sleep — subconsciously honing in on the sound of his brother's voice and curling in even closer, the arm he's laying on trapped between them but the other slipping around his waist. like it so often does, because he likes to be held like this so much, and he'll say as much given half the chance because he's never been shy in his affection. giving, or receiving.
he nuzzles into the hollow of his throat, the next sound of out him a little bit more awake, though still edging more toward inhuman than human. a low, softly rumbling thing. )
Naaaaiiii … not gettin'up yet are you …