[Ugh, he's cute. It makes Wolfwood wonders if Vash has ever had difficulties leaving towns he visits back home, not because of any of the normal reasons, but because the young adults there want a piece of him. Surely it's happened in the 150 years he's been on the planet, yet he wonders just how many of them got to see Vash like this. Looking at them with enough adoration in his eyes it would make anyone feel undeserving. Instead of dwelling on that, though, Wolfwood wants to focus on making up for how shitty he's been over the past few weeks. Sure, Vash has made some missteps too, but it takes two to tango, and Wolfwood is nothing if not painfully aware of his shortcomings.
He wants Vash to feel wanted. Loved. Like he's worth something, being in this world. That his existence isn't the blight he's convinced himself it is, but instead a series of events far beyond his control. There's a difference between taking responsibility for your actions, and embracing them.
Given how close Vash is now, it's easy for Wolfwood to use his grip on his hips to tug him even closer, shifting his torso towards him so that they meet comfortably in the middle. It might be smarter to be on the bed if they're going to do this, but let it be known that there's something to be said about having somebody sit on your lap backwards in a chair. He's not even sure Vash realizes what he's doing to him, Jesus-
They are almost flush, but not quite. There's still a gap room for Jesus between them for now as Wolfwood chases Vash for a kiss, his lips tasting of a uniquely bitter mixture of coffee and cigarettes. It's chaste, at first, until Wolfwood decides that "kissing" is being upgraded to "making out", as is evident by the way his tongue slips past his lips for a taste of Vash's own. Coaxing, inviting.]
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[Ugh, he's cute. It makes Wolfwood wonders if Vash has ever had difficulties leaving towns he visits back home, not because of any of the normal reasons, but because the young adults there want a piece of him. Surely it's happened in the 150 years he's been on the planet, yet he wonders just how many of them got to see Vash like this. Looking at them with enough adoration in his eyes it would make anyone feel undeserving. Instead of dwelling on that, though, Wolfwood wants to focus on making up for how shitty he's been over the past few weeks. Sure, Vash has made some missteps too, but it takes two to tango, and Wolfwood is nothing if not painfully aware of his shortcomings.
He wants Vash to feel wanted. Loved. Like he's worth something, being in this world. That his existence isn't the blight he's convinced himself it is, but instead a series of events far beyond his control. There's a difference between taking responsibility for your actions, and embracing them.
Given how close Vash is now, it's easy for Wolfwood to use his grip on his hips to tug him even closer, shifting his torso towards him so that they meet comfortably in the middle. It might be smarter to be on the bed if they're going to do this, but let it be known that there's something to be said about having somebody sit on your lap backwards in a chair. He's not even sure Vash realizes what he's doing to him, Jesus-
They are almost flush, but not quite. There's still a gap
room for Jesusbetween them for now as Wolfwood chases Vash for a kiss, his lips tasting of a uniquely bitter mixture of coffee and cigarettes. It's chaste, at first, until Wolfwood decides that "kissing" is being upgraded to "making out", as is evident by the way his tongue slips past his lips for a taste of Vash's own. Coaxing, inviting.]