[The compassion Wolfwood offers, the love in his gaze, it's all almost too much. A fresh wave of tears threatens to start up, only to be interrupted as the man in front of him leans in. He returns the kiss not... enthusiastically per se, considering everything, but perhaps desperately. In that taste, of coiling sweetness, bitter nicotine, and sharp alcohol, there is home.
He's missed it terribly.
Like Wolfwood, Vash doesn't go far when the kiss ends. He adds to it, instead, tracing the thumb of his prosthetic against Wolfwood's jaw. He can't feel the stubble there, but he can pretend. It fills him with the same fondness either way.]
Maybe I can change a little. For the better. [He laughs faintly, before losing the urge to do so. This time, his gaze drops to the floor.] But maybe before we get too excited, we should talk about what comes next.
[When he'd last left Wolfwood, he'd said he wasn't coming back to no Man's Land. Though recent discoveries might have cast a shadow into that future, it sitll seems his best way forward.]
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He's missed it terribly.
Like Wolfwood, Vash doesn't go far when the kiss ends. He adds to it, instead, tracing the thumb of his prosthetic against Wolfwood's jaw. He can't feel the stubble there, but he can pretend. It fills him with the same fondness either way.]
Maybe I can change a little. For the better. [He laughs faintly, before losing the urge to do so. This time, his gaze drops to the floor.] But maybe before we get too excited, we should talk about what comes next.
[When he'd last left Wolfwood, he'd said he wasn't coming back to no Man's Land. Though recent discoveries might have cast a shadow into that future, it sitll seems his best way forward.]