[Fortunately for Vash, Wolfwood seems to be completely and utterly dead to the world. Even picking him up isn't enough to get him to stir as the marijuana makes its way through his system. He took so much of it unintentionally it's a miracle he hasn't been sick, but maybe that's a testament to how much his systems had been fucked with and how artificially enhanced his constitution is. If being shot point blank hasn't killed him, then too much weed sure as hell isn't going to cut it either.
Still. No matter what he's been through, he is still human at his core, which means the drugs affect him the same as anyone else and he has no choice but to wait the worst of it out. It had been some time before Vash came upon him, meaning that he'd already hit his peak an hour or two ago. Now, he's more than likely on the downswing, finally sobering up. Could do with some more water to speed up the process, but that would require being awake, which he isn't. He also isn't at all aware that he's in Vash's bedroom, in Vash's bed, sleeping next to Vash who has clambered into bed alongside him.
If only he could just sleep in peace, like sleeping off a really bad hangover. Fate isn't so kind to Wolfwood, and the drugs have one final kick in the balls they want to get in while he's still down.
Sometimes when you dream, it feels shockingly real. Like the reality of the world you live in is the dream, and the dream you're having is the true world. That's how his subconscious presents itself now, back in No Man's Land. Right back in the same position he'd been before, leading Vash the Stampede down death row. Their final destination, JuLai. Wolfwood had been tasked with getting Vash there alive. That was it. That was the deal, end of story, he could go and live his life until they blew the dogwhistle the next time. He knew Knives would have dealings with Vash and it would very likely end poorly, he didn't need to be there for it. But dreams are often irrational, and all of a sudden he's back on the dunes, back during one of the many times he'd be sicced on a deserter.
But it's not a faceless goon. It's Vash.
It's not so easy when his hands are the ones getting bloody, is it? He's killed people as effortlessly as breathing, before. He killed Rollo right in front of Vash, despite knowing Vash would be crushed, seeing it as a mercy more worth fulfilling than keeping him alive. Yet in this dream- this reality- his hands tremble as he lines up Vash in his sights. He centers the crosshair.
In the real world, Wolfwood is sweating. God knows how long it's been for Vash trying to rest like this- maybe minutes, maybe actual hours, maybe it's nighttime now- but whether he's awake or asleep, he'll be disturbed by Wolfwood shifting in his sleep, his shoulders hitting the wall. He breathes in sharply like he'd been struck, yet it's clear he's still sleeping given the way he half curls up on his side, his breaths coming as low, sporadic pants.
Whether Vash lives or dies was never meant to be his responsibility. He would be washing his hands of him once he got him to Knives and that would be it. But as the pendulum swings between Hopeland and Vash, he can't pull the trigger.
Outside of the waking nightmare, Wolfwood cries out.]
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Still. No matter what he's been through, he is still human at his core, which means the drugs affect him the same as anyone else and he has no choice but to wait the worst of it out. It had been some time before Vash came upon him, meaning that he'd already hit his peak an hour or two ago. Now, he's more than likely on the downswing, finally sobering up. Could do with some more water to speed up the process, but that would require being awake, which he isn't. He also isn't at all aware that he's in Vash's bedroom, in Vash's bed, sleeping next to Vash who has clambered into bed alongside him.
If only he could just sleep in peace, like sleeping off a really bad hangover. Fate isn't so kind to Wolfwood, and the drugs have one final kick in the balls they want to get in while he's still down.
Sometimes when you dream, it feels shockingly real. Like the reality of the world you live in is the dream, and the dream you're having is the true world. That's how his subconscious presents itself now, back in No Man's Land. Right back in the same position he'd been before, leading Vash the Stampede down death row. Their final destination, JuLai. Wolfwood had been tasked with getting Vash there alive. That was it. That was the deal, end of story, he could go and live his life until they blew the dogwhistle the next time. He knew Knives would have dealings with Vash and it would very likely end poorly, he didn't need to be there for it. But dreams are often irrational, and all of a sudden he's back on the dunes, back during one of the many times he'd be sicced on a deserter.
But it's not a faceless goon. It's Vash.
It's not so easy when his hands are the ones getting bloody, is it? He's killed people as effortlessly as breathing, before. He killed Rollo right in front of Vash, despite knowing Vash would be crushed, seeing it as a mercy more worth fulfilling than keeping him alive. Yet in this dream- this reality- his hands tremble as he lines up Vash in his sights. He centers the crosshair.
In the real world, Wolfwood is sweating. God knows how long it's been for Vash trying to rest like this- maybe minutes, maybe actual hours, maybe it's nighttime now- but whether he's awake or asleep, he'll be disturbed by Wolfwood shifting in his sleep, his shoulders hitting the wall. He breathes in sharply like he'd been struck, yet it's clear he's still sleeping given the way he half curls up on his side, his breaths coming as low, sporadic pants.
Whether Vash lives or dies was never meant to be his responsibility. He would be washing his hands of him once he got him to Knives and that would be it. But as the pendulum swings between Hopeland and Vash, he can't pull the trigger.
Outside of the waking nightmare, Wolfwood cries out.]
Vash....Vash!