[It's a somber decision to make, knowing good and well that Vash will someday lose Wolfwood, no matter what. For a species as long lived as a Plant, Wolfwood's life in comparison will feel like a blip on the radar. He will someday lose that youthful luster, and like Brad and Luida, his hair will silver with age and he won't be as spry as he once was, able to race across the sands alongside Vash as easily as if it were solid ground. Of course, Wolfwood genuinely doesn't know how the drugs he takes may affect his longevity, given how he rapidly aged to begin with. It could very well mean his life expectancy has been halved, but...he never expected to live a long life anyway. Dying of old age is not in the cards for Nicholas D. Wolfwood, not that he intends to die here.
Certainly not when he has...this. It's a mirror to the first time they'd kissed in the Inn, except now, not only is Wolfwood completely sober for it, it's happening under the pretense that Vash is...his, now. They are, in a more official capacity, together. Partners. The thought of that being even real still boggles Wolfwood's mind as he struggles to catch his breath, tears coursing down his face uninhibited in a way they typically never do. For the moment, he simply allows himself this time to process what he's feeling, because it's not sadness so much as it is overwhelmed emotion, happiness, and disbelief. Vash presses kisses all along his head until they both settle into a heap together near the wall, with Wolfwood's face hidden somewhere against Vash's neck.
He doesn't say anything for what feels like a very long time. He just holds him, sniffling and breathing heavily, until eventually he growls so deeply that Vash will feel it vibrate against his chest.]
You've...made me cry twice. [Said in the tone of "I don't cry, ever, I'm too hardcore for tears"] You'd better make up for it.
[Said as his head shifts to one side, resting against Vash's gently.]
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Certainly not when he has...this. It's a mirror to the first time they'd kissed in the Inn, except now, not only is Wolfwood completely sober for it, it's happening under the pretense that Vash is...his, now. They are, in a more official capacity, together. Partners. The thought of that being even real still boggles Wolfwood's mind as he struggles to catch his breath, tears coursing down his face uninhibited in a way they typically never do. For the moment, he simply allows himself this time to process what he's feeling, because it's not sadness so much as it is overwhelmed emotion, happiness, and disbelief. Vash presses kisses all along his head until they both settle into a heap together near the wall, with Wolfwood's face hidden somewhere against Vash's neck.
He doesn't say anything for what feels like a very long time. He just holds him, sniffling and breathing heavily, until eventually he growls so deeply that Vash will feel it vibrate against his chest.]
You've...made me cry twice. [Said in the tone of "I don't cry, ever, I'm too hardcore for tears"] You'd better make up for it.
[Said as his head shifts to one side, resting against Vash's gently.]