[This is gonna be real awkward considering they fight the fucking day after but heyo, happy Christmas Elsword has left you a THING! It's on Vash's door... wherever he's living at the moment.]
Hi Vash!
I made you a gift! I hope you like it!
[It's a unicorn! It's made with love and rainbows.]
[Unfortunately, Vash is still moping around this day, even before the fight. But hey! Look! Something cute to bring him joy!
... it winds up in his pocket. It's a nice weight to squeeze when he gets to feeling real bad. And good news! It makes it to the new house and everything.]
( PAPAPAPAPAPAP ON THE WINDOW, unlike how sleepy she's been all winter, nene looks wide awake for once- )
Do you have a spare coat I could borrow for a moment? Someone's going to resurrect but she died before winter and she's not going to have anything to protect herself from the cold because she had a tanktop-
[Vash is... half asleep and bleary-eyed when he makes it to the window. Nevertheless, by the time it's opened, he has a hand on his gun and is on alert. He isn't afraid of nene, but rather of anything that might have been following her.]
What's going on, are you - [He trails off as Nene interrupts him. Before he can even think, he's shedding off his jacket, one that's thankfully a bit shorter.]
[It's probably the fastest Wolfwood has gone from absolutely despising someone's guts (well, despise may be a strong word, but that's how he was feeling at the time) to going so far as to moving into their house but, hey. He didn't think he'd be leaving that conversation with Vash as an item. Ostensibly. Is it even labeled as such? He doesn't know, they didn't talk about that, and he's in too deep now to ask and make a fool of himself. It's abundantly clear that he barely functions as a rule when it comes to social interaction, which is half of why Vash had to look him in the eye and tell him point blank he liked him before Wolfwood would actually believe it, so.
You know, case in point. Suffice it to say, when they wake up that following morning and half of Wolfwood's everything is asleep, he realizes they're going to need a bigger bed.
That was some time ago, now, and through the power of a Lot of Fucking Dragging shit through the snow and having to carry his entire mattress slung across his back, Wolfwood somehow (with Vash and probably Livio's help) manages to get both the mattress and the bedframe from his inn room over to Vash's place so that they can shove the two beds up next to each other. Once that ordeal is done, he'll bring everything else over too. The desk, whatever chairs the room comes with, the dresser and side table...all things to outfit Vash's pathetically empty house. Wolfie reminded me there is a kitchenette but I don't think he's ripping that out of the wall so it just stays-
ANYWAY. It takes a while, point being. By the time everything is over though, the house is looking a little bit less empty...and also, there's a puppy here now. She is Very Excited to have two people she can hop around, even if she's driving Wolfwood up the wall presently as he pushes the bed into place one last time.]
[The least Vash can do is lend a hand in hefting all the furniture. His arm might not be at full functionality, but it's at least working well enough to make a few pieces of furniture relatively trivial. The only real issue is getting it all across the ice without eating shit.
A few bruises later, though, and Vash is finally nestled inside. He has a kettle of water going in the kitchen, ready to make coffee for the both of them. Something hot to drink after letting all the cold air in will be nice. And it's the least he can do for Wolfwood after all the help he's given.
He does step away from the kitchen to go check on Angelina, however. He attempts to reach out, and thankfully this time manages to avoid completely eating shit. He even manages to wrestle her in a cradle, offering up a still gloved finger to chew on while Wolfwood finishes up.]
Don't listen to him, sweetheart. He wouldn't hurt a fly. And definitely not a cutie pie like you.
( whenever vash leaves his home for the day, there's something hanging off the door. a bag of fresh made cookies, two tins of... raspberry hot chocolate? and a couple of red mugs bundled safely are hanging from it.
there's no sign of anyone having approached, no note... not even footprints in the snow. )
[Well... Vash really doesn't actually have a guess as to who this is. His conversation with Felicity had gone disastrously, so she's not the first person that pops into his mind.
[Knock knock, guess who, it's your friendly neighborhood Sheesus come to learn the good word of pickle sundaes. Though he has... very little as of yet, he did manage to get some tea leaves together as a return gift, because it's very rude not to come over without something in return.]
[Why yes, Vash is waiting at the door with bated breath! He opens it almost immediately, offering a beaming smile toward the... sheepman? His appearance is still a little surprising, but it's not like the Independent can really judge. He just holds the door open wide and gives Pure Vanilla plenty of room to enter.
... Unfortunately, there isn't a lot in terms of seating. Vash and Wolfwood managed to find themselves a dining table with chairs but... a couch? No. You can have a piano bench though.]
I was just slicing the pickles! Give me a second and it'll be all done! Don't really have sprinkles or the whipped cream, so it's just gonna be the ice cream and pickles, hope that's okay.
[liv isn't sure what he's going to say to vash the next time he sees him. he's probably thinking about that -- as well as nick, intermittently -- as he... lo and behold, spies the independent out and about among the new spring flowers. that seems fitting, and sweet, especially after their shared heartspace.
before he knows it, he's approached vash and is all too close to turn around and walk away for fear of being extremely rude, so... good luck, buddy.]
[It stands to reason that Vash knows about the recent developments with Nick and Livio. He'd given his blessing, so naturally he would expect to know when things came to fruition. Not for any purposes aside from being happy for his boyfriend, mind you. But still.
All that is to say, when he spots Livio approaching, Vash practically grins. It's vibrant, and it's very much real. It's nothing like the fake smiles he'd offered Livio in their heartspace. Good news!]
Hiya, Livio. I've been alright, but probably not near as good as you. [His brows lift, coming dangerously close to waggling.] Congratulations, by the way!
[Unlike a certain other mad scientist in the Grove, Gnosis does not fucking kidnap people, but that's kind of a moot point when you pop up behind a man anyway to ask him in no uncertain terms if he's ready to have his arm fixed right now this second. It might as well be a kidnapping.
Where you at Vash, where is the pseudo-kidnapping taking place?]
[Vash is presently in the inn's kitchen. Look, sometimes you need some staples, and you don't want to dig up shells. Sue him in Forest Court for grabbing a bit of flour to prep some gravy.
... Speaking of that flour, everyone involved is getting it rained over them. Vash is jut kind of... staring at Gnosis.]
H-huh? What was - [Hold on, let him cough some of that flour up.] - What was that?
[Vash doesn't know how long he sleeps for. It isn't just physical wounds that he's trying to recover from. He's bitten back his grief for hours by his count, days by the count of the clock. He'd failed to protect Wolfwood, failed to keep his brother close, and now he's failed to truly help the man in the lighthouse. Trying to swallow any of it down had taken its toll.
And then there's the fact that, unbeknownst to him, his body is fighting something off. An infection has seeped into his open wounds, already working through his system. What energy his body regains goes toward fighting it off for the time being, until it eventually lies dormant, for the time being, within his blood.
He isn't without his changes, though. When his eyes open, something has changed. The world seems just a little brighter, a little more painful. Vash takes it as simply being an effect of his very long nap.
And yet, for all his rest, his body still feels exhausted. His wounds still ache. They won't open up on him without any sudden movements, but he's still sore. And he has a long way to go before he's home safe.
He doesn't leave right away, though. Even if he doesn't fully understand how the deities of this world work, or what's happened in the past, Vash wants to pay homage to the woman, the god, that saved him. There isn't a lot he didn't clean up the day prior, but he still finds a few bits here and there. It takes some time to hunt down a satisfactory bouquet, and even that might be putting it generously. But after offering gratitude to the Forest and Nature for giving him this, Vash ties the flowers off with a long strand of grass and returns to the statue once more. The bouquet is lain upon her lap. A silent thank you, perhaps even a prayer is offered, before he finally climbs up for the last time.
At last satisfied with his efforts, Vash has no reason to linger. There is no other choice but to leave. He follows the same path as before, to the best of his ability, until he reaches the cliffside and trees that had housed his brother’s corpse
For an untold period of time, Vash wars with what to do next. Nai had at least looked peaceful out here, staring into the ocean. But it was hard to know if that was contentment, or simply resignation. What he does know is that he can’t stomach the thought of his brother decaying out here, eaten by whatever monstrosities the forest has to show.
And so he kneels by Nai’s body. At first, he focuses on the knife tendrils. The very tip of one is broken off and pocketed, while the rest are carefully draped across Nai’s body. It makes for a very dangerous effort, picking the man up, but Vash manages it all the same. His thermal is cut up, some wounds perhaps opened, but he won’t be leaving his brother behind again.
His last bit of business finished, Vash pushes his glasses up further against his face. He finds the proper path, and begins to pick his way back through the forest. It’ll be a long trek, and he’s already bracing for the assault of the forest, but he’ll make his way through nonetheless.]
[ As promised, once he has returned - and taken time to properly mourn - from his trip into the forest, he gently scribbles in his journal, knowing eventually the other will see it, and if not someone may point it out to him. ]
[He recognizes that handwriting, thank you very much. And while maybe he shouldn't assume that it's for him, he has been sitting here worrying nonstop over Pure Vanilla so...]
that you, pure vanilla? are you okay? how did everything go?
[hunter sure has... discovered something interesting. he's been sitting on it for a day or two... maybe three. indecisive on who he should bring it to. his first thought was pv, given that they'd already discussed it... but maybe he wants a third opinion. a tiebreaker, of sorts.
thanks to gnosis' map, he's able to locate vash's house -- his living room, at least. hopefully he's at home when hunter knocks on the door that leads inside.]
[As Hunter approaches, he might just barely make out the sound of a piano being played. It's a complex melody, and one that cuts off abruptly the second he hears someone knocking! Footsteps follow, clumsy and stumbling, before the door finally opens!]
Hunter! Hey, buddy! It's been awhile!! How have you been?
Vash will find his arm has been returned to him! It's sitting on top of his bedside table/dresser/whichever is more convenient with a passive-aggressive note underneath it.]
Perhaps in the future you'll learn not to leave your very important items on the doorstep of a scientist without a word.
Have fun figuring out what modifications were made. Who knows what mysteries there are to find?
[...there were no modifications made, but Gnosis is trying to put the fear of God (??) into Vash, sorry.]
[livio can't tell how long it's been since wolfwood and vash's... most recent disagreement. hours, at the very least. long enough for him to regain some strength in his heavy limbs, and to realign with his own body, rather than feeling like he's sitting a few inches to the side. he couldn't possibly guess whether he's aided by the healing rain left in the wake of the serpent's flight. if it weren't for one of his partners being upset and missing, he might be more fascinated by it. unfortunately, bringing vash home safely beats out indulging in the first rain livio has ever felt, magic or otherwise.
not having anything to go off of besides the barriers they physically can't cross, once he's up to it, he sets to walking up and down the beach in a bid to find vash. he's aware that with the wings, vash could likely fly out onto some small island or another out in the water, but seeing as livio can't swim... he just has to hope he'll run into the plant somewhere.]
[Perhaps surprisingly, it won't take him long at all to find Vash. He's actually not all that far from the Cabans, having already made it back in time to speak to Gnosis. At present, though, he's far more preoccupied with plucking up shells along the beach. He already has a fair few in hand, having folded up the lower half of his (admittedly burnt) undershirt.
With his back halfturned, Livio will undoubtedly see that a good chunk of Vash's lower, left wing has been burned away. Despite the damage done, it already seems to be healed over. The upper most one is not without damage, and it too seems to have had some of it's injuries undone.
He turns at the sound of sand shifting beneath feet and... very quickly jumps. A few of his shells making his way down the beach. Notably, he's not flying, which probably isn't a surprise. What is a surprise is that Vash's eyes are back to normal, albeit slightly wide as he spots Livio.]
He doesn't know where Vash is, due to everything going on, so he gets Rusty to deliver for him. The dogs nose knows. He would use Beat but he worries Beat would just run off with the delivery and bury it.
So one day Vash gets Rusty trotting up to him, a basket in his mouth. Inside the basket is a letter and a carefully constructed - if a little lopsided as all of Pure Vanilla's creations are - crocheted Blondie Cookie. The shape is gingerbread man, the hair color is a little off but done up in Vash's gentle flop, and the eye color is spot on. It even comes complete with a cute little coat and felted on sunglasses!
The letter reads, in Vanilla's gentle flowing script:
"I am sorry this took so long, but I had to learn quite a many new techniques to get it right! I do apologize for the offshade of hair, I couldn't dye the yellow right, and realized if I kept trying I would never complete it! I hope it brings you some comfort or amusement in these days, I know things are rough and I understand your desire to be alone, but always know I am with you, even if just in this manner.
I love you, my dear, and should you ever need me, you know where to find me."
The little doll smells vaguely of vanilla, obviously used with his wool, and should Vash hold it up in the moonlight, it will shimmer and shine with a gentle iridescence.
[The little package finds Vash at the worst, or perhaps best, time. He's currently sitting beside Nai's grave, not really saying or doing anything. He wants company, but he can't quite bring himself to seek it out. It's the closest medium he can find, and it certainly does manage to provide a balm for his raw edges.
At least until the dog and the package arrive. He takes the basket and offers a quick pat to Rusty's head, then peeks inside. He expects a few treats, but... definitely not this. Not himself, staring up at him in adorably crocheted glory.
He sits back, gathering the little plush in his lap, as he reads the note. The soothing sent of vanilla envelops him at first, but then begins to sting at his eyes uncomfortably. He only realizes a too late, as the first tear streaks down his cheek, that it isn't the scent at all that's bothering him.
Things happen fast after that. He jumps to his feet, doll and basket in hand, and takes off through the grove. He just has to hope, as he arrives at the Cookie House and knocks almost frantically on the door, that Pure Vanilla is home.]
[It's been a couple days. Wolfwood has spent...all of that time self-reflecting. Thinking. Probably more than he ever has, juggling all of the various information he now has rattling around in his brain, because there is just so much of it. He needed time entirely alone to himself to grieve, of a sort. To acknowledge and make some kind of tenuous peace with the fact he was always going to die someday, so might as well go out fighting than die of old age. He's not that type of person anyway, he reckons. Here for a good time, not a long time...and how good that time is is nebulous at best, anyway.
And of course, there is everything else. The whole of their world at large is on the cusp of turmoil, and what he's been through is just the start of that. One day, perhaps, he's going to go back and witness the destruction of JuLai, and then die at some point following that. Maybe it will be a couple years, or maybe not even a full one. He has no way of knowing right now.
Unlike Vash, he can't spend all of his time ruminating over what's yet to come when he has shit that needs addressing in the immediate present. Their talk with Livio nudged the door open, and now...it's up to him to extend his hand. He knows that.
Vash is staying at the Inn once more, which makes the slow trudge up the stairs to his old room a strangely familiar one. It's reminiscent of that first night they came back here and drank together, then they kissed, and began on their downward spiral together from there. Maybe that's why Wolfwood has come bearing a bottle of liquor held by the neck in one hand, as well as a flat white box balanced atop his other.
He stands there silent in front of the door, taking a slow breath. Then, he kicks the door lightly with his prosthetic to knock.]
[Like Wolfwood, Vash has been doing a lot of thinking. Some of that thinking, admittedly, began before their reunion a few days prior. It's why he'd been so willing to offer out his hand that day. Angry as he had been (and perhaps, may still be in some small part of his mind), being available for his lovers was far more important, strained as their relationship might be.
Gnosis had helped. So had Pure Vanilla. But even with their assistance, there was still much to be rolled over within his mind. Isolating might run counter to that, but at least he wasn't wallowing. He just needed time to think.
That time, however, seemed to have run out. He hears the thud against his door and is on his feet within seconds. He opens it, and... finds himself staring dumbly at Wolfwood. He's come prepared, but... for what, Vash doesn't know.
No matter. He's here. Time to... do something about it all.]
Uh. Hey. Come in?
[Is it too much? Had Wolfwood simply come to offer a few things and then leave? He can't tell anymore. Nevertheless, he leaves the door wide open as he retreats.]
[Where is Vash, a freak and motherfucker (angel) has a gift for him. Ain will flag him down wherever he is, looking excited, and then he puts a particularly large crystal pendant into Vash's hand. It's a soft, glowing white, wrapped up in a cute spiral wrap.
It's a chunk of the fucking Moon El. Why did Ain make it cute good question—]
Mr. Plant!! I brought you the El I promised!
[Said in a tone more like "I got you a hotdog from the food truck" and not "I am bringing you solidified brain cancer".]
[Vash is just coming out of the gym at the moment. Freshly washed, and in good spirits, Vash accepts the gift with zero concern whatsoever. He doesn't know that he's handling a ticking time bomb. As far as Vash is concerned, this is salvation. He knows Elsword had his own experiences with the El but... Surely Ain knew the risks, surely this wouldn't have been recommended if there was a chance of things going that far.
Well, what Vash doesn't know won't hurt him.]
Wow, that was quick, Ain! [He lifts his hand up, inspecting what may as well be a harmless little rock in his eyes.] Uh... what do I do with it? Do I eat it? Just carry it around?
[At some point when Vash goes home, there will be one of those "ugh mom got me clothes for Christmas" boxes on the bed. It's labelled with a note that just reads FOR MR. PLANT <3 on the top and nothing else.
Inside is a coral leather jacket, a white crop top with no sleeves and a high turtleneck type collar, and a black leather miniskirt. And a pair of leather booty shorts underneath, just in case Vash isn't feeling like letting it all out.
[towards the end of the month, razlo stomps back to the house dripping with blood. his lower legs are spared, thanks to the river shallows, but there's no chance for his fists or his face.
hopefully, vash doesn't find the puddle of gore wearing livio's clothes in the middle of town before he catches LR snoring loudly on the now-stained couch. he'll be here for hours, if allowed, but definitely long enough for the blood to dry and show that it isn't his own. though even if it was, the wounds would have long closed.
at least the sleeping figure seems less tense than razlo has been the past few weeks?]
[Vash has... seen a lot of terrifying things in the last few months, but there's something about this that unnerves him entirely. Listen, he still remembers what he did to Livio. There's something about the stained couch that sets him off, even if the dried blood, heaving and still breathing chest, and lack of wounds say otherwise.]
Liv? Livio!
[He's sprinting on over and shaking that big, burly shoulder. Thanks.]
[livio returns home some time after the town hall concluded. he feels guilty not immediately checking on vash, but it would have also made him feel guilty to refuse ain checking on him... either way, he would feel bad. this way, he can still approach vash quietly. maybe the time has helped him process, a little...? hopefully. his head hangs in shame as he hovers nearby, brows creased in worry.]
Vash, hon... [he the answer to "are you okay" is no. he has a feeling vash will reject "do you want to talk." so instead, he goes for something more direct.] How can I help?
[Vash has settled himself into their shared bed. He has a heap of blankets, most of which had been pilfered during his sickness, piled on top of him again. The pressure seems to help his aching chest a little.
Really, all that sticks out is his hair spikes. Spikes that shift and move before the blanket mound is adjusted enough for Vash to peek out.]
[well, at some point either razlo would have finally tired of socializing, or the party itself would have died down... either way, he makes his way home late into the evening. once he's crossing the river on the stepping stones, vash might notice a familiar sizzling steam leaving his lips as he breathes. at least the look on his face is the easy smirk of his more relaxed demeanor -- a far cry from the grumpiness with which he returned from the arbor last week.
he chuckles as he plops himself down on the porch steps, exhaling more steam.]
[By now, Vash is well aware of and used to Razlo's current presence. He doesn't blink twice as he rumbles on up to the steps. If anything, he's more curious about the steam!
In any case, he picks himself up, only to plop down beside Razlo. There's a comfortable distance between the two of them — the last thing he wants is to crowd the poor guy.]
Party, huh? Looks like you enjoyed it enough for the both of us! [He elbows Razlo playfully.] You know, you look even more like a dragon like that. It's pretty cool.
[Vash immediately sidles right back, snuggling up to the familiar weight. He knows that it's Razlo still, but that doesn't mean he doesn't relish the physical comfort.
At least until he speaks. Only then does he recoil and gape up at Razlo.]
[once razlo retreats back into sleep, livio... spends the next day or two in bed, trying not to groan at the titanic fucking migraine he has. on the third, he can finally see without getting vertigo, finally hear any ambient sound without crying. the first thing he does with his renewed clear head?
find his boyfriend and drape himself over his shoulders in a hug.]
[Vash immediately melts into Livio's touch. He's been doing his best to take care of him, even if taking care is just bring microwaved tea and cold rags to help keep the headache at bay. And you know, not shrieking like he usually might.]
Oh, you don't have to apologize, baby! [He wiggles up a little higher, then quickly plants a kiss on his cheek.]
[vash says in not so many words to come kiss him and razlo is skedaddling like a fucking looney tune. don't think too hard about how he's repeatedly been a homophobic bisexual yet scrambling the moment he has this opportunity.
... except, by the time he gets in the same room as vash, he stops and... stares. he doesn't know how to go about this, actually. how does one... woo??]
[Vash is settled on the bed right now, thank you very much. We're just going to assume that Wolfwood is out wooing Ain or banging Flamebringer. It's just the two of them, and Vash looks very smug about it. His grin, offered up to Razlo, is downright cheeky.]
What's the matter, buddy? What happened to that big game you were talking?
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Christmas Day
Hi Vash!
I made you a gift! I hope you like it!
[It's a unicorn! It's made with love and rainbows.]
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... it winds up in his pocket. It's a nice weight to squeeze when he gets to feeling real bad. And good news! It makes it to the new house and everything.]
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Inside is a blanket of decent size and thickness.]
Vash,
You're very far from the inn's fireplace. Stay warm, and be kinder to yourself. Even if only so you can be kinder to the rest of us.
- Livio
forward dating this just a bit--
Do you have a spare coat I could borrow for a moment? Someone's going to resurrect but she died before winter and she's not going to have anything to protect herself from the cold because she had a tanktop-
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What's going on, are you - [He trails off as Nene interrupts him. Before he can even think, he's shedding off his jacket, one that's thankfully a bit shorter.]
Will this work?
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After the divorce arc becomes the married arc
You know, case in point. Suffice it to say, when they wake up that following morning and half of Wolfwood's everything is asleep, he realizes they're going to need a bigger bed.
That was some time ago, now, and through the power of a Lot of Fucking Dragging shit through the snow and having to carry his entire mattress slung across his back, Wolfwood somehow (with Vash and probably Livio's help) manages to get both the mattress and the bedframe from his inn room over to Vash's place so that they can shove the two beds up next to each other. Once that ordeal is done, he'll bring everything else over too. The desk, whatever chairs the room comes with, the dresser and side table...all things to outfit Vash's pathetically empty house. Wolfie reminded me there is a kitchenette but I don't think he's ripping that out of the wall so it just stays-
ANYWAY. It takes a while, point being. By the time everything is over though, the house is looking a little bit less empty...and also, there's a puppy here now. She is Very Excited to have two people she can hop around, even if she's driving Wolfwood up the wall presently as he pushes the bed into place one last time.]
I am going to step on you if you don't move-
[Accidentally]
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A few bruises later, though, and Vash is finally nestled inside. He has a kettle of water going in the kitchen, ready to make coffee for the both of them. Something hot to drink after letting all the cold air in will be nice. And it's the least he can do for Wolfwood after all the help he's given.
He does step away from the kitchen to go check on Angelina, however. He attempts to reach out, and thankfully this time manages to avoid completely eating shit. He even manages to wrestle her in a cradle, offering up a still gloved finger to chew on while Wolfwood finishes up.]
Don't listen to him, sweetheart. He wouldn't hurt a fly. And definitely not a cutie pie like you.
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[ several days after the rec center... ]
there's no sign of anyone having approached, no note... not even footprints in the snow. )
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Her secret is safe, for now.]
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... Unfortunately, there isn't a lot in terms of seating. Vash and Wolfwood managed to find themselves a dining table with chairs but... a couch? No. You can have a piano bench though.]
I was just slicing the pickles! Give me a second and it'll be all done! Don't really have sprinkles or the whipped cream, so it's just gonna be the ice cream and pickles, hope that's okay.
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vague time gestures. some time after livwood wins
before he knows it, he's approached vash and is all too close to turn around and walk away for fear of being extremely rude, so... good luck, buddy.]
Ah... hi, Mr. Vash. How ya been?
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All that is to say, when he spots Livio approaching, Vash practically grins. It's vibrant, and it's very much real. It's nothing like the fake smiles he'd offered Livio in their heartspace. Good news!]
Hiya, Livio. I've been alright, but probably not near as good as you. [His brows lift, coming dangerously close to waggling.] Congratulations, by the way!
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happy arm fixin day kid
Where you at Vash, where is the pseudo-kidnapping taking place?]
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... Speaking of that flour, everyone involved is getting it rained over them. Vash is jut kind of... staring at Gnosis.]
H-huh? What was - [Hold on, let him cough some of that flour up.] - What was that?
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And then there's the fact that, unbeknownst to him, his body is fighting something off. An infection has seeped into his open wounds, already working through his system. What energy his body regains goes toward fighting it off for the time being, until it eventually lies dormant, for the time being, within his blood.
He isn't without his changes, though. When his eyes open, something has changed. The world seems just a little brighter, a little more painful. Vash takes it as simply being an effect of his very long nap.
And yet, for all his rest, his body still feels exhausted. His wounds still ache. They won't open up on him without any sudden movements, but he's still sore. And he has a long way to go before he's home safe.
He doesn't leave right away, though. Even if he doesn't fully understand how the deities of this world work, or what's happened in the past, Vash wants to pay homage to the woman, the god, that saved him. There isn't a lot he didn't clean up the day prior, but he still finds a few bits here and there. It takes some time to hunt down a satisfactory bouquet, and even that might be putting it generously. But after offering gratitude to the Forest and Nature for giving him this, Vash ties the flowers off with a long strand of grass and returns to the statue once more. The bouquet is lain upon her lap. A silent thank you, perhaps even a prayer is offered, before he finally climbs up for the last time.
At last satisfied with his efforts, Vash has no reason to linger. There is no other choice but to leave. He follows the same path as before, to the best of his ability, until he reaches the cliffside and trees that had housed his brother’s corpse
For an untold period of time, Vash wars with what to do next. Nai had at least looked peaceful out here, staring into the ocean. But it was hard to know if that was contentment, or simply resignation. What he does know is that he can’t stomach the thought of his brother decaying out here, eaten by whatever monstrosities the forest has to show.
And so he kneels by Nai’s body. At first, he focuses on the knife tendrils. The very tip of one is broken off and pocketed, while the rest are carefully draped across Nai’s body. It makes for a very dangerous effort, picking the man up, but Vash manages it all the same. His thermal is cut up, some wounds perhaps opened, but he won’t be leaving his brother behind again.
His last bit of business finished, Vash pushes his glasses up further against his face. He finds the proper path, and begins to pick his way back through the forest. It’ll be a long trek, and he’s already bracing for the assault of the forest, but he’ll make his way through nonetheless.]
time is wobbly
Are you free, my friend?
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that you, pure vanilla? are you okay? how did everything go?
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thanks to gnosis' map, he's able to locate vash's house -- his living room, at least. hopefully he's at home when hunter knocks on the door that leads inside.]
Vash? Hello?
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Hunter! Hey, buddy! It's been awhile!! How have you been?
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Early May
Vash will find his arm has been returned to him! It's sitting on top of his bedside table/dresser/whichever is more convenient with a passive-aggressive note underneath it.]
Perhaps in the future you'll learn not to leave your very important items on the doorstep of a scientist without a word.
Have fun figuring out what modifications were made. Who knows what mysteries there are to find?
[...there were no modifications made, but Gnosis is trying to put the fear of God (??) into Vash, sorry.]
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vibration function didn't work. 0/10 try again.
:)
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not having anything to go off of besides the barriers they physically can't cross, once he's up to it, he sets to walking up and down the beach in a bid to find vash. he's aware that with the wings, vash could likely fly out onto some small island or another out in the water, but seeing as livio can't swim... he just has to hope he'll run into the plant somewhere.]
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With his back halfturned, Livio will undoubtedly see that a good chunk of Vash's lower, left wing has been burned away. Despite the damage done, it already seems to be healed over. The upper most one is not without damage, and it too seems to have had some of it's injuries undone.
He turns at the sound of sand shifting beneath feet and... very quickly jumps. A few of his shells making his way down the beach. Notably, he's not flying, which probably isn't a surprise. What is a surprise is that Vash's eyes are back to normal, albeit slightly wide as he spots Livio.]
Ah - uh... Um. Didn't expect company!
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So one day Vash gets Rusty trotting up to him, a basket in his mouth. Inside the basket is a letter and a carefully constructed - if a little lopsided as all of Pure Vanilla's creations are - crocheted Blondie Cookie. The shape is gingerbread man, the hair color is a little off but done up in Vash's gentle flop, and the eye color is spot on. It even comes complete with a cute little coat and felted on sunglasses!
The letter reads, in Vanilla's gentle flowing script:
"I am sorry this took so long, but I had to learn quite a many new techniques to get it right! I do apologize for the offshade of hair, I couldn't dye the yellow right, and realized if I kept trying I would never complete it! I hope it brings you some comfort or amusement in these days, I know things are rough and I understand your desire to be alone, but always know I am with you, even if just in this manner.
I love you, my dear, and should you ever need me, you know where to find me."
The little doll smells vaguely of vanilla, obviously used with his wool, and should Vash hold it up in the moonlight, it will shimmer and shine with a gentle iridescence.
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At least until the dog and the package arrive. He takes the basket and offers a quick pat to Rusty's head, then peeks inside. He expects a few treats, but... definitely not this. Not himself, staring up at him in adorably crocheted glory.
He sits back, gathering the little plush in his lap, as he reads the note. The soothing sent of vanilla envelops him at first, but then begins to sting at his eyes uncomfortably. He only realizes a too late, as the first tear streaks down his cheek, that it isn't the scent at all that's bothering him.
Things happen fast after that. He jumps to his feet, doll and basket in hand, and takes off through the grove. He just has to hope, as he arrives at the Cookie House and knocks almost frantically on the door, that Pure Vanilla is home.]
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Between Livio's talk with them and the subnautica event
And of course, there is everything else. The whole of their world at large is on the cusp of turmoil, and what he's been through is just the start of that. One day, perhaps, he's going to go back and witness the destruction of JuLai, and then die at some point following that. Maybe it will be a couple years, or maybe not even a full one. He has no way of knowing right now.
Unlike Vash, he can't spend all of his time ruminating over what's yet to come when he has shit that needs addressing in the immediate present. Their talk with Livio nudged the door open, and now...it's up to him to extend his hand. He knows that.
Vash is staying at the Inn once more, which makes the slow trudge up the stairs to his old room a strangely familiar one. It's reminiscent of that first night they came back here and drank together, then they kissed, and began on their downward spiral together from there. Maybe that's why Wolfwood has come bearing a bottle of liquor held by the neck in one hand, as well as a flat white box balanced atop his other.
He stands there silent in front of the door, taking a slow breath. Then, he kicks the door lightly with his prosthetic to knock.]
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Gnosis had helped. So had Pure Vanilla. But even with their assistance, there was still much to be rolled over within his mind. Isolating might run counter to that, but at least he wasn't wallowing. He just needed time to think.
That time, however, seemed to have run out. He hears the thud against his door and is on his feet within seconds. He opens it, and... finds himself staring dumbly at Wolfwood. He's come prepared, but... for what, Vash doesn't know.
No matter. He's here. Time to... do something about it all.]
Uh. Hey. Come in?
[Is it too much? Had Wolfwood simply come to offer a few things and then leave? He can't tell anymore. Nevertheless, he leaves the door wide open as he retreats.]
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cw: disordered eating
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El Delivery :) // end of July
It's a chunk of the fucking Moon El. Why did Ain make it cute good question—]
Mr. Plant!! I brought you the El I promised!
[Said in a tone more like "I got you a hotdog from the food truck" and not "I am bringing you solidified brain cancer".]
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Well, what Vash doesn't know won't hurt him.]
Wow, that was quick, Ain! [He lifts his hand up, inspecting what may as well be a harmless little rock in his eyes.] Uh... what do I do with it? Do I eat it? Just carry it around?
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why is he so handsome in that icon wtf
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delivery @ end of month // no need to reply unless you want to
Inside is a coral leather jacket, a white crop top with no sleeves and a high turtleneck type collar, and a black leather miniskirt. And a pair of leather booty shorts underneath, just in case Vash isn't feeling like letting it all out.
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hopefully, vash doesn't find the puddle of gore wearing livio's clothes in the middle of town before he catches LR snoring loudly on the now-stained couch. he'll be here for hours, if allowed, but definitely long enough for the blood to dry and show that it isn't his own. though even if it was, the wounds would have long closed.
at least the sleeping figure seems less tense than razlo has been the past few weeks?]
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Liv? Livio!
[He's sprinting on over and shaking that big, burly shoulder. Thanks.]
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evening after feb fammeet
Vash, hon... [he the answer to "are you okay" is no. he has a feeling vash will reject "do you want to talk." so instead, he goes for something more direct.] How can I help?
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Really, all that sticks out is his hair spikes. Spikes that shift and move before the blanket mound is adjusted enough for Vash to peek out.]
Sit with me?
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evening after march bar log
he chuckles as he plops himself down on the porch steps, exhaling more steam.]
Yer up late, scrub nettle. Missed the party, too.
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In any case, he picks himself up, only to plop down beside Razlo. There's a comfortable distance between the two of them — the last thing he wants is to crowd the poor guy.]
Party, huh? Looks like you enjoyed it enough for the both of us! [He elbows Razlo playfully.] You know, you look even more like a dragon like that. It's pretty cool.
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after amongoose. i will not apologize
Hey. That was fuckin' hot. Y'wanna make out about it?
GOOD LORD
At least until he speaks. Only then does he recoil and gape up at Razlo.]
You - I
What?!
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late march. this could get spicy. you have been warned
find his boyfriend and drape himself over his shoulders in a hug.]
Howdy, sunflower... Sorry I been so outta it.
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Oh, you don't have to apologize, baby! [He wiggles up a little higher, then quickly plants a kiss on his cheek.]
How are you feeling?
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i am back once again. my inbox now. after the tony x chester netbook post
... except, by the time he gets in the same room as vash, he stops and... stares. he doesn't know how to go about this, actually. how does one... woo??]
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What's the matter, buddy? What happened to that big game you were talking?
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potentially getting spicy, beware
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