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sticksandbones2023-12-24 01:58 pm
oleaeuropaea) wrote in sticksandbones2023-12-24 01:58 pm
Wish we could stay here forever (All of the stars are falling down)
Who: Vash the Stampede and YOU!
What: Vash has a breakdown.
When: The day after Saint Nick came to town
Where: On the Edge of the Grove
Warnings: Mild disordered eating, Vash related Vashing. Is there even a hook to this? We just don't know.
At first, Vash doesn't seem to plan on leaving. For nearly 20 hours, the house remains locked. There's obviously someone still in there, based off of the fire that keeps going in and out and, more importantly, the piano that keeps being played. The more musically inclined among the grove might hear that the song being played lacks something — as if another pair of hands was missing. This goes on for hours, the part played and replayed.
Eventually, hunger gnaws heavily at Vash's body, though. It's only then that he trudges out of the house. Small and unfurnished as his new home is, he doesn't have a place to store food. And given his unfortunately human tendencies, he still has to eat. He notices this only when his hands become too shaky to properly play the piano. He should probably also do something about the heavy bruises that have now formed on the tips of his fingers, too.
He doesn't get far, though. There's a sudden noise that begins from within the house. The piano begins to play once more, a similar melody as before, though different. It's almost as if the missing parts are being played back once more.
The effecto n Vash is immediate, the man turning and sprinting. He slides in the snow, practically slamming against the door. It's thrown open hard enough to crack against the wall behind it. Vash doesn't care. All that can be heard is: ]
Nai!
[But no one is there. The house remains empty, and Vash can only stare as a cold wind whips through, carrying snow into the open door.]
What: Vash has a breakdown.
When: The day after Saint Nick came to town
Where: On the Edge of the Grove
Warnings: Mild disordered eating, Vash related Vashing. Is there even a hook to this? We just don't know.
At first, Vash doesn't seem to plan on leaving. For nearly 20 hours, the house remains locked. There's obviously someone still in there, based off of the fire that keeps going in and out and, more importantly, the piano that keeps being played. The more musically inclined among the grove might hear that the song being played lacks something — as if another pair of hands was missing. This goes on for hours, the part played and replayed.
Eventually, hunger gnaws heavily at Vash's body, though. It's only then that he trudges out of the house. Small and unfurnished as his new home is, he doesn't have a place to store food. And given his unfortunately human tendencies, he still has to eat. He notices this only when his hands become too shaky to properly play the piano. He should probably also do something about the heavy bruises that have now formed on the tips of his fingers, too.
He doesn't get far, though. There's a sudden noise that begins from within the house. The piano begins to play once more, a similar melody as before, though different. It's almost as if the missing parts are being played back once more.
The effecto n Vash is immediate, the man turning and sprinting. He slides in the snow, practically slamming against the door. It's thrown open hard enough to crack against the wall behind it. Vash doesn't care. All that can be heard is: ]
Nai!
[But no one is there. The house remains empty, and Vash can only stare as a cold wind whips through, carrying snow into the open door.]
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But apparently god's dead, so…
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i know a thing or two about angels.
think if they had a choice, they'd say the same.
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And you know what?
That's perfectly fine.
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kinda creepy! don't get me wrong.
but comforting.
the people here are good. i can see it in how they act.
and that includes you, i think.
1/2
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