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Back Up The Stairs Again

Who: The April Fool Himself, Vash the STampede
What: Vash returns to the Grove
When: Early, early morning, April 1st.
Where: Around the Grove
Warnings: Sibling death, Vash related Vashing, gradual mentions of corruption. Brief mentions of eye changes possibly verging on eye horror?

i. Running in Shoes that Shine — Outside the Church, OTA

[When Vash emerges from the woods, it’s well past midnight. Most anyone in the grove would likely be asleep, and he wouldn’t blame them for it. In fact, he’s counting on it. The last thing he wants is to be disturbed like this. He has a task to complete, and the last thing he wants is to field questions.

Nai’s body is laid down beside the grave that holds Wolfwood. He doesn’t yet process that space has collapsed in on itself, too focused on making sure his brother is properly secured. His jacket is removed, and set to the side. The knife tendrils are laid out like wings behind him. It almost looks like he’s sleeping in the moonlight. Almost.

The conversation he has with Heimr is quick. Just a shovel, please don’t ask any questions. He’s sure the shopkeeper knows he’s been gone for weeks. He doesn’t want to hear any of it. He takes the shovel and trudges back to the church.

Digging the grave takes ages. It’s slowed by the wounds still clinging to Vash’s body. The newer ones, ones that cropped up when he strayed too far from the path in his exhaustion, tear themselves open anew. His already torn thermal becomes wet with blood and sweat. But still he digs.

By the time the sun rises, Nai has been placed into the dirt and covered up anew. Vash stares down at his work with an unreadable expression. He still wears Wolfwood’s glasses. He refuses to take them off. It means his vision is darkened to an almost crippling degree. If someone approached, he wouldn’t know it.]

ii. With Blood that isn't Mine — Inside the Church, Closed to livlaughlove and lupusxylem

[At some point, Vash shakes off whoever has approached him. He enters the church, movements stiff, pained, and robotic. He kneels before the cross, his head bowed low. He’s never believed in this particular god. In a lot of ways, it feels wrong to kneel and pray to Him, when he’s already cast his faith behind a different divine. But Nick did believe, as far as Vash knew, and Nai had at least seemed interested in the teachings of this faith. And so to this God he prays.

Forgive them. Let them rest peacefully. Let them find comfort.

It’s short, all things considered. He doesn’t want to linger here overlong, not after everything that’s happened. Not when he still isn’t ready for questions. But when he tries to rise, he finds his legs locking up on him. All at once, his body feels weak. Instead of standing, he collapses against the cold ground. He stares up at the cross, wondering if this is spite somehow.

And then his vision darkens.]

iii. A Stinging Trophy — Around the Grove

[A few days and reunions later, Vash at least seems capable of walking around the grove on his own. Wolfwood’s glasses have been replaced with his own. These aren’t quite as capable of hiding the changes that the darker lenses might have. His eyes have shifted, almost as if the sky blue hue of his iris had begun to bleed into the sclera. The faint, pastel blue hint might even be imperceptible at first glance.

If you’re caught staring, Vash will simply look away, waving anyone off with a half-smile.]

It’s nothing. Just picked up a little something while I was lost in the woods. It’ll fade, I’m sure.

iv. Of the Battles I've Survived — Wildcard

[Vash is going to be throwing himself back into the Grove like nothing happened. Feel free to encounter him anywhere around the town. Or, reach out to me and we can plot something out!]

v. SUPER SECRET BONUS PROMPT

[A few days after his arrival and subsequent chat on the Netbook, something new appears in the grove. Where once Beiwe's statue stood alone, now a second statue joins her. Which means over the next few days, Vash can be found trying to make sure she's well-cared for in her new home. He brings a cutting from his Geranium, still growing strong, and tries to get it to root within the dirt there. A few other flowers are gathered for her as well.

Anyone on the Netbooks will find a short note in their pages. "Ourania is home. Please come say hi!"

More importantly, he can be found sitting in front of her every evening, just as the moon reaches its highest point within the sky. He isn't sure if he's praying so much as he is just talking, but Vash can be heard speaking to her all the same. It's usually casual conversation, but there's plenty of praise being heaped on as well.

He's new to this! Don't judge him!]

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[A little over a week has passed since Wolfwood's return to the Grove, and it has been...anything but a smooth one.

He has spent most of that time holed up in the clinic, and not by choice. Word that he's come back has probably gotten around by now, and whether or not people chose to come see him- or outright avoid him- was their right. He didn't particularly want to see anyone right now anyway, not when he's like this. Not when he's feeling the way he does. What he's endured isn't something you simply recover from and get to go home. He's not sure if even the serums could fix it, if he had them.

He wakes up every morning and forces himself to stare at the ceiling so he doesn't have to see it. He's so full of bitterness and anger that he doesn't how how to properly express any of it, so it's being bottled up, compacted, and put away until he feels nothing but the heavy weight of his sins bearing him down. Because, in the end, this was earned. This is the price he's paid for what he did, and he has nobody to blame but himself for it. He was warned, he simply did not listen.

By now, he's been cleared to leave the clinic. His forced-amputation had resulted in severe blood loss, but since it was clean and quick, so long as he keeps getting the wound dressed while it heals, no further complications should arise...save the obvious. Livio acts as pseudo-caretaker whether Wolfwood likes it or not, helping him to get around because he simply lacks the strength to do so himself. He can't hobble without a pair of crutches, and he's finding that even that takes more energy than he has to spend right now. So...

He's placed in a wheelchair, and the reality sets in completely.

No longer the Punisher, but Chapel.

Since a wheelchair is difficult to push along the uneven ground of the outside without the arm-strength to really get it going, Livio is the one most often seen pushing Wolfwood from here to there, though very rarely is the Priest outside at all right now. He'd gone straight home from the clinic, and hadn't re-emerged for some days after. This morning though, upon seeing how restless and frustrated he was becoming, Livio had wheeled him to the Church. It holds terrible memories now, the remnants of the botched bonfire still scattered about outside, old claw marks rent into the grass that hasn't yet fully grown to cover it. He's staring into his lap as they enter, so he doesn't see that a second grave has appeared.

In fact, he doesn't see anything for a moment as he's pushed inside, just the dark and the familiar too-cold air because the hole in the roof never got fixed. The pigeons are definitely still in the building too, having completely taken it over while Wolfwood wasn't here, having dropped little feathers all over the floor where a form has collapsed before the cross.

Seeing him snaps him out of it, and for just a brief flash of a moment, Wolfwood's seething anger at the blonde is replaced with shock.]

Vash-

Edited 2024-03-23 19:59 (UTC)

[The good news is that his breathing is steady enough, even if it does seem on the shallow side. The closer both men seem to get, the more obvious it is that he's been bleeding. Nothing to the point of concern, there's no deep pools or mortal wounds. There are a few stray, drying rivulets of blood against his skin, alongside a fair few droplets and gathered clusters, though. He's definitely had a rough go.

The worst of his wounds, visible through the near-shredded thermal, seem to be healed over. They still look angry and raw, and probably are in desperate need of being cleaned, but it's nothing urgent.

The sound of his name does cause Vash to stir, but only for a second. It isn't enough to draw him out of the deep exhaustion that had enveloped him. His brows pinch, mouth falls slack, but otherwise he remains out cold against the ground beneath him.

[unfortunately for livio, he has to be a little bit more on alert, aware of his surroundings, so as to not jostle nick too much or get a wheel stuck in a patch of mud or anything. which means he can't avoid all of the grim reminders.

honestly, the worst of all is realizing that even with how long nicholas was gone, he never thought to fix the goddamn roof.

that thought is forgotten as swift as it came on, though, when he notices vash at the same time wolfwood does. his own irritation with the plant fades entirely, worry taking its place in an instant. he leaves nick just a couple of feet away to kneel beside vash and get a better look at his wounds. none too deep, but it's clear he's lost quite a bit of blood over... who knows what period of time?

he looks up at nicholas, practically begging with those eyes for wolfwood to continue holding off his anger until vash can at least defend himself.]

We should take him to the clinic...

[Livio doesn't have to say anything, Wolfwood knows. And, well...as frustrated and upset as he still is, he isn't about to let that get in the way of Vash getting medical attention, which he clearly needs no matter the explanation for it.

His hands move down to the wheelchair wheels, turning the chair halfway so he can roll it back out of the path down the middle of the pews.]

Go. You get him there. I'll meet you at the door.

[He might need help getting inside since he's been struggling to get the wheels over steps (it's not like the Grove was designed with wheelchairs in mind), but he's at least confident enough that he can get himself over to the clinic from the church.]

[yeah... livio has realized how aggravating it is that nothing is really paved. not that anyone could have foreseen this... but it's certainly something to consider going forward.

more urgently, he nods and turns back to vash.] Hey, Vash -- ? Can y'hear me? We're gonna get you to some help, okay? [his touch is light at first, just a hand on vash's shoulder. testing.]

[Again and again, Vash has had to reconcile with just how long and arduous of a journey it had been. Nothing underscores this more than the way he shoots up at the barest of contact. His teeth grit, and his metal arm quickly reaches up to defend himself. It's only after a few seconds that the memories trickle through, remembering where he is and what he'd last done.]

I - [He forces himself to breath, to focus. He squints behind the dark lenses, vision almost fracturing into countless, compound images, before rectifying themselves. He takes them off, rubbing at his eyes.

Depending on how close Livio is, he'll see the way his eyes have changed. A pastel blue color creeps out from the iris. Something that Vash, presently, isn't aware of.]

I'm fine. It's fine. [The hand against his shoulder is briefly touched, before Vash seems to flinch away from the contact.] I'm okay.

[For a long few seconds, Vash seems to try to gather himself. His arms twine around his waist, as if holding himself together. He draws a few deep breaths in, before finally looking up.]

I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry.

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[the moment vash takes a defensive position, livio takes his hand off of him, holding both up as if he's under gunpoint. not scared that vash will hurt him, but to show that he doesn't want to hurt vash.]

Hey... It ain't fine. Y'been missing for -- weeks, Vash. You lost a lotta blood. You need to get looked at.

[... he doesn't say anything in response to the last part. actually, he glances out of the corner of his eye at nicholas, whom he thinks vash really owes an apology.]

Weeks? It's been - [He trails off. Time has always been strange here, he's learned that much at least. And truthfully, he doesn't know how long he'd slept upon the statue in his attempt at recovering. As much as he doesn't want to admit it, time has probably passed to an unfathomable degree.]

I really didn't - I just...

[He tries and fails to find words to summarize how he feels. Even if leaving had been the only thing he could comprehend in the moment, he regrets it now. He regretted it the moment he realized he might not have made it back.]

I made a promise. That I'd stay. And I broke it. [He glances toward Wolfwood, all but waiting for him to spit in the face of his myriad broken promises. How many times had he been scolded for that?

(And still, he'd made yet another despite knowing better.]

I shouldn't have left.

[He is, of course, pointedly ignoring Livio's insistence that he get looked at. He doesn't deserve that kindness. He'll wear these scars like he's worn every other mark he's earned. Anything more would be too merciful for him.]

You shouldn't have.

[Comes Wolfwood's rasping baritone from a few pews down, now that it's abundantly clear Vash continues to dig in his heels about going to get himself checked out.

It's why he presses the heels of his hands hard into the edges of the wheels of his chair, forcing it out from between the pews so Vash can see just what he's missed out on for a week. A clear view of what Wolfwood had to give up just to be here, his pantleg folded and pinned underneath the stump of his thigh.]

And if I could spend a week rotting in the clinic, you can go to get yourself fucking looked at.

I ain't interested in speakin' to you until you go. Got it?

[Focused as Vash has been, he hasn't yet noticed Wolfwood. He's felt a presence, yes, but the silhouette he casts out of the corner of Vash's eye is unrecognizable. He would have sooner believed the wheelchair-bound man to be a new arrival, rather than his beloved.

But given all the time that they've known each other, Vash has memorized the timbre of Wolfwood's voice. In a single second, his heart leaps into his throat, tears springing to his eyes. He feels relief, and is already beginning to blindly stand and surge forward, to fall upon him and sob his relief.

It's in that same second that Wolfwood turns, and the exact extent of his injuries, of everything Vash has missed, is revealed to him. Elation turns to horror as he stares, the great Punisher laid so low. He should have known, of course. Nene had told him about the price paid to come back. But after Vash's own arrival had been... mostly painless, he might have hoped there were exceptions. Miracles.

Nothing like this.]

Nick - [He wants to say more, but there couldn't possibly be words for what he feels, or what he should say. Wolfwood had suffered, and Vash had been absent for it. He had been rendered weak after years of being trained as a weapon. And he hadn't had one of the people he trusted most to get him through it.

He feels sick. In that moment, he wants nothing more than to run back into the woods. To hell with fighting to survive, he didn't deserve it. He would have been better off baring his throat for the beast in the lighthouse.

But that, too, would be a mercy. And though he wants to argue being treated properly, he has no right to make demands or deny Wolfwood this bare minimum. With his eyes falling firmly to the floor, Vash gives a nod.]

I understand. [His voice is hollow, whatever grief he feels being wisely swallowed down. He didn't deserve to cry. He'd always known that.] I'll be there.

[He steps away from Livio, walking down the aisle. He pauses, even with Wolfwood. For a split second he wants to say more. Wants to beg for his forgiveness. He knows better. Instead, he sets the stolen glasses down on the pew closest to him.]

I'm... glad you're back.

[His voice is soft, and quickly drowned out by the sound of his boots as he makes for the exit. He's been told to leave. He won't linger.]

[this is... painful, and awkward. livio feels like he shouldn't be privy to any of it. as much as he knows he has vash's blessing around being with nick, that doesn't mean he should be involved in their issues. he already knows wolfwood is in pain, but it's as obvious as ever that vash is suffering, too, no matter how much he tries to hide it.

and heaven and hell both know livio has made his fair share of dumbass mistakes that he eventually came to regret.

right now, he looks to nick, again, just from the corner of his vision. he still feels like he needs explicit permission to even look at nicholas while he's going through something. he probably always will, because he, too, lives in a pit of his own guilt.]

Do you... want me to stay with you? Or go with him?

[Wolfwood, as promised, says nothing at all. He has much he wants to say, but he isn't going to say it here, right now. For as upset as he is, he wants Vash to get medical attention. He wants him to be okay, above all else, and he knows better than to think he's fine. It looks like he'd been chewed up and spat out by a monster of some kind, and he still hasn't forgotten how well that went the last time.

He looks over to Livio as he's addressed, his gaze previously lingering on his original shades that Vash left behind. He'd suspected it when he woke up without them, but...it's obvious now that Vash must have taken them from his corpse.]

...go make sure he gets there alright. Keep an eye on him.

[His expression is hard to read as he wheels himself all the way into the aisle, reaching over to retrieve his glasses from the pew.]

I'll meet you there.

[without lingering much, trying to respect nick's wishes, livio nods and hurries out after vash.

assuming the independent hasn't disappeared from sight, he jogs a bit to catch up to him. sweeps around from a few feet to vash's side, just so he doesn't surprise him.]

Hey... [he pauses, as if he wants to say something else. but he likely decides against it, considering he falls in step with vash and looks to the ground.]

[The sound of Livio's approaching footsteps doesn't particularly surprise Vash. He continues walking, maintaining the same pace as he had been. A glance is cast at him sidelong, studying his stance even as he acknowledges the other man's presence.]

You don't have to stay with me. I'm not interested in defyin' anyone anymore.

[He doesn't wait for Livio to try to open the door to the clinic. He steps inside, arm extended to hold the door open for Livio. Who cares if it makes some of the gouges on his arm sting. It's deserved. It's all deserved.]

[he wants to argue that he isn't here to babysit vash, but... that wouldn't entirely be true.

livio also thinks it's kind of ridiculous for the guy who needs medical attention to be the one holding the door, but arguing wouldn't help anything, so he just goes inside.]

I'm not just making sure you came. I'm worried about you, too.

It's a few scratches. Most of them already healed.

[It's not quite accurate. There are gouges and claw marks that have dried blood still clinging to them. At least the burns in the center of his chest have healed, but that seems like a small comfort comparatively.

Still, despite his insistence, he doesn't protest as he's ushered to a bed. He glances toward Livio once, then motions with his head toward the curtain. If he's going to get poked and prodded, he wants privacy. The last thing he needs is for anyone to worry about the extent of his wounds that he's definitely not downplaying.

Thankfully, it's drawn, leaving Vash to his business and Livio to his own.]

Doesn't mean what's still there won't get infected. Or that you're not dehydrated or starving or any number'a things.

[nonetheless, he does as he believes vash requests and takes his leave. now he knows vash is going to at least receive a once-over, so he can go back outside and wait for nick. maybe meet him halfway if he spots him coming up.

it's an awkward position for livio to be in, knowing how rough the ground is and generally how difficult of an adjustment this all is for wolfwood, all while not wanting to hover and add to his struggling self esteem.]

ii im sorry this is so long

Weasel said I could do a little skippy-do so I am.

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