[Thing is…when is the last time Vash has allowed himself to cry? When has he shown this kind of vulnerability, believing he wasn’t deserving of it, thinking he needed to hold it all in and keep being strong for others? He fact that he feels comfortable enough around Wolfwood right now to show this kind of emotion is telling. Even as he weeps all over him and covers him in tears and snot, Wolfwood doesn’t think he’d have it any other way.
He draws back a fraction and tilts his head, not to pull away, but to look Vash in the eyes. His expression is excessively fond as he takes his glasses off for him and sets them aside with the bottle, returning to brush his bangs off his forehead.]
I fell in love with the guy who is exactly like this, actually.
[And he punctuates that with a kiss, slow and careful, to prove to Vash that there’s no more “too much” or “too fast”. The break is done, sealed with the taste of sugar mingling with liquor and nicotine.
When he breaks the kiss this time, it isn’t to go far, their lips still brushing as he rests their foreheads together.]
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He draws back a fraction and tilts his head, not to pull away, but to look Vash in the eyes. His expression is excessively fond as he takes his glasses off for him and sets them aside with the bottle, returning to brush his bangs off his forehead.]
I fell in love with the guy who is exactly like this, actually.
[And he punctuates that with a kiss, slow and careful, to prove to Vash that there’s no more “too much” or “too fast”. The break is done, sealed with the taste of sugar mingling with liquor and nicotine.
When he breaks the kiss this time, it isn’t to go far, their lips still brushing as he rests their foreheads together.]
Don’t you go changin’ on me, got it?