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[there's something to be said for having a roof over one's head, a soft bed to lay in every night, and enough food to fill their once-achingly empty bellies. when they've gone as long as they have between absolutely nothing to some semblance of shaky stability, the small things stand out the most.
little comforts that for some would be considered obvious necessities, but all nai can think of is what else is needed, what else must he accomplish to ensure a better life for vash.
his brother deserved more than nai could give him now, but they were on a path set to create a paradise for themselves. the road there was hellish, dangerous, nai having his moments late at night threatened by doubts that left him unable to sleep and instead turning in their bed to watch vash slumber instead. so long as vash was safe and sound, nothing else mattered. no matter what nai needed to do to accomplish a better life for themselves, any action was justified. vash couldn't understand, wouldn't understand, not with his bleeding soft heart that ached at the sight of the homeless and down on their luck seated on the edges of dilapidated buildings and dirty streets.
nai could look away, knowing there was very little standing between them if he dared to slip and lose sight of what he needed to do for their future's sake.
the sun has yet to rise, but the sounds of the city outside their bedroom window are almost the same as the sounds of birds in the early morning. nai has always been a light sleeper, years and years of necessity now an old habit that he can't break. it had saved their lives a few times, and that was all he needed to know it was worthwhile at the cost of a restless sleep. yet this morning, he's slower to wake. vash is warm beside him along with the smell of freshly laundered bedsheets and nai is comfortable. enough that sleep clings to his mind even as he feels vash shifting beside him, edging himself closer and filling in the spaces left empty for him. nai can feel his breath against his neck, can't help the way his mouth curls up just a little as vash tangles them together.
he moves his arms, one wrapping around vash to pull him closer as the other reaches up to run a few fingers through messy, sand-blonde hair to dispel some of the knots made during sleep. nai turns his head and nuzzles into that hair, mumbling quietly.] Vash.
( 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: 2023-08-14 07:59 pm (UTC)little comforts that for some would be considered obvious necessities, but all nai can think of is what else is needed, what else must he accomplish to ensure a better life for vash.
his brother deserved more than nai could give him now, but they were on a path set to create a paradise for themselves. the road there was hellish, dangerous, nai having his moments late at night threatened by doubts that left him unable to sleep and instead turning in their bed to watch vash slumber instead. so long as vash was safe and sound, nothing else mattered. no matter what nai needed to do to accomplish a better life for themselves, any action was justified. vash couldn't understand, wouldn't understand, not with his bleeding soft heart that ached at the sight of the homeless and down on their luck seated on the edges of dilapidated buildings and dirty streets.
nai could look away, knowing there was very little standing between them if he dared to slip and lose sight of what he needed to do for their future's sake.
the sun has yet to rise, but the sounds of the city outside their bedroom window are almost the same as the sounds of birds in the early morning. nai has always been a light sleeper, years and years of necessity now an old habit that he can't break. it had saved their lives a few times, and that was all he needed to know it was worthwhile at the cost of a restless sleep. yet this morning, he's slower to wake. vash is warm beside him along with the smell of freshly laundered bedsheets and nai is comfortable. enough that sleep clings to his mind even as he feels vash shifting beside him, edging himself closer and filling in the spaces left empty for him. nai can feel his breath against his neck, can't help the way his mouth curls up just a little as vash tangles them together.
he moves his arms, one wrapping around vash to pull him closer as the other reaches up to run a few fingers through messy, sand-blonde hair to dispel some of the knots made during sleep. nai turns his head and nuzzles into that hair, mumbling quietly.] Vash.
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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 …