04 ⸸⸸ july+ catch-all

[livlaughlove]

Who: trigun polycule (and friends. feel free to make toplevels)
What: catch-all for july and until i make a new one
When: july (lol) and beyond
Where: wherever
Warnings: discussion of canon-typical violence/death, vashwood-typical relationship drama, etc. anything more will be warned for as it comes up in threads.

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[lupusxylem]

[Listen, this kind of behavior is normal for Vash. Normal, yet he hasn't been like this for some time...which means instead of showing annoyance, all he can feel is...relief. Palpable relief to the point where he forgets to speak, which doesn't end up mattering since Vash catches his lips in another kiss. This time, he's at least not so surprised by it that he can't kiss Vash back, dragging his fingers through the back of his hair.

There are no antennae. The wings are gone- or falling off, as the case may be- and it's...he's being uncorrupted? It seems like it's too good to be true, and it shows in Wolfwood's disbelieving expression once they part once more, even though he can't help the smile that twitches onto his face regardless.]

You're serious? It...it don't hurt you, does it? How the hell...

[oleaeuropaea]

[It feels so good to kiss Wolfwood. He's still being cautious, of course — no being eager with his teeth or claws, but it's far less restrained than usual. While he's sure it'll be some time until the Corruption fully leaves him, he's far more confident in his control than he ever has been.

When he pulls back, he doesn't go far. He speaks between laying kisses against Wolfwood's cheeks, his nose, his hair.]

Stings a little if I move too much, but just because it's raw. It'll pass, I'm sure.

[lupusxylem]

[It is far less restrained, that much Wolfwood can tell pretty much immediately. The onslaught of affection is almost overwhelming if it weren't something he always yearns for from Vash, something he's missed.

It's something he wasn't sure he was likely to ever get back. Or at least, not any time soon. He respected Vash's wishes of course, he wasn't about to trample his boundaries just for self gratification, but...it sure had been a kick in the teeth after they'd come so far, only to have the Independent slip through his fingers again.

For the first time in months, it feels like he's getting him back again as he kisses his face and feels unworthy of it, tilting his head up as if to give Vash a better angle to reach him by.]

That's...great. I can't...

[He swears under his breath, pulling Vash closer for another kiss. He doesn't care they're still laying on the floor; he can't believe this is actually really happening, and if it is some sort of fever dream he's having, he isn't sure he wants to wake up from it any time soon.]

[oleaeuropaea]

[Vash is more than happy to keep kissing. His fingers coax through Wolfwood's hair, then down the nape of his neck. It's all those sensitive places that he's been too nervous to touch. It's so easy to accidentally cut into human skin, after all, especially with claws like his.

Now, he might have to be cautious, but he feels so much more confident about embracing him. And with that, he feels so much more at home. He's missed the weight and warmth of Wolfwood's hands, the scratch and rasp of his callused palms. His head angles, breaking their kiss, just to graze over the rough skin of his palms.]

I missed you, Nick. I missed you so much. [He won't cry, but he certainly does take a shaky breath.] I'm sorry.

[lupusxylem]

I know. I know...me too.

[Not just now. There's so much that he's missed. That they've missed. He isn't going to put Vash through hashing it all out right now, not when they're only just processing the revelation that Vash might actually be okay. It's...a huge development for the corruption to be going away in any capacity, especially as much as it is with Vash. He was full-on turning into an insectoid hybrid between human, plant, and bug, and now...it seems that he's recovering. Maybe not fully, and maybe that will be something he deals with from now on, but it's something.

Vash is going to have to deal with Wolfwood clinging to him, because he is not fucking letting him go right now. At least his grip is gentle even if it is a touch urgent, like he's afraid if he doesn't get all of it in now something is going to happen to tear them apart again.]

Y'think...it'll eventually all get better? Or...

[oleaeuropaea]

Maybe. I'm... scared to hope. But maybe.

[It doesn't matter that they're on a hard, stone floor. Vash melts into that grip. Not all of his struggles seem to dissipate so easily, but for the time being he can at least pretend that things are somewhat normal. That he's something close to normal.]

All we can do is wait and see, right. [Vash sits up only enough to be able to look Wolfwood in the eyes.] I know you'll tell me if something doesn't seem right. If... it does go wrong, we'll catch it.

[His voice does hitch at the idea of something going wrong. Of falling victim to hope and finding it brutally ripped away. But he won't let himself dwell on that.]

[lupusxylem]

[Thing is, Wolfwood accepted a long time ago that they'll never be "normal". Whatever their "normal" is will never match up to what it's "supposed" to be, and that's just going to have to be okay. The closer they can get, the better, but it's never once been a requirement. All of the new and insane things that happen to Vash, he's taken in stride. Mostly. He's just used to it, at this point, and the Grove merely added a new layer to that particular cake.

He nods as Vash murmurs that between them, watching the way his bangs fall into his now-normal eyes, bright blue and staring back into his own in a way that they couldn't just a mere few months ago.]

You bet your ass we will.

[Like, Vash is still a Plant, at the end of the day. There is no telling what else he could sprout at any given moment.]

M'happy for you. I really am.