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_{[ While he's texting someone else. ]}

oiiiiy what the hell.
you didn't mention you had a twin? what other details are you keeping from me? is this an os*matsu-kun situation where there's six of you with the same face that i should know about?

Huh?
I guess I never thought it would come up

Wait who told you? Was it Wolfwood?

Wait, Gintoki you didn't MEET my brother, did you?

[ Panic, rising. ]

Gintoki?
Answer me!

[ Like he isn't rapid fire texting gintoki right now, please give the guy a moment to answer vash, before you throw a fucking fit. ]

Edited (comma placement cause im a fucking mess) 2023-06-05 01:54 (UTC)

hey hey calm your bamboo-bs.
we're just talking over text. he seems nice. really cares about you. he said he loves you more than anyone else. it's really sweet.

makes me wish i had a brother or some kinda family.

_{[ a-aww.. ]}

you don't gotta be embarrassed by him, you know. even if he is a virgin neet or something.

That's not...
My brother isn't embarrassing
My brother is dangerous

Gintoki I'm not messing around.

[ He's still processing this, piecing scattered panicked thoughts together into something less knee jerk, less over the top. ]

_{[ Blink.

Blink blink. ]}

dangerous? how so?

_{[ This doesn't make sense to him because Vash is so nice? What? ]}

[ How does he even begin to explain this...? Maybe he should have said something before, explained better about his situation, his bounty, his family. ]

It might be different here.
If, like me, he can't do what he can do back on NoMan's Land.
He kills people. Destroys cities.
Steals the plants that help people survive.

[ He's -- WE'RE why humanity is stuck on a planet that cant support it. Vash clutches his device tightly. He makes a decision. ]

I'll find him. I'll take care of it.

_{[ ummmmmm.... ]}

_{[ WAIT, DID HE FUCK UP BY TELLING THIS GUY THAT VASH IS HERE??? OH MY GOD... IS HIS BROTHER GONNA KILL HIM OR SOMETHING???? HE CAN'T BELIEVE HE DIDN'T SEE THE "EVIL TWIN TROPE" FROM A MILE AWAY.. GOD!! ]}

ah.
yeah.

you take care of it.

_{[ GIN-SAN. ]}

[ Honestly, not the response he expected? A little worried. ]

I can explain better after I find Nai.
If you want.

Promise.

_{[ Look. Just because that's the response he gave Vash doesn't mean he's not going to be worried about this now. Vash can definitely take care of it and Gintoki will be willing to get in the way of that. ]}

well, sure. i can wait around to hear all the family secrets.
for now, though, what should i be aware of? we're still talking.

hey, he can't b*nkai, right? go super sa*yan? if he asks me to write my name in some mysterious notebook, i'll just say no.

Hard to say.
If this place does the same thing to everyone when they first get here... then it's probably not going to be a problem.
I'll have to help him instead. He won't know how to.
Nai and I are

[ wait ]

what?
What's b*nkai? Or any of that?

ah, don't worry about it.
anytime you see something like that in my writing, just ignore it.

_{[ .. ]}

it kind of makes me feel more at home.

_{[ Because Gintama could get in a lot of big trouble if they didn't censor things. ]}

If you're sure...

Just be careful okay?
If anything happened to you I wouldn't be able to forgive myself.

Nai won't hurt me

[ Yes the fuck he would, in a way. But vash doesn't know that. ]

_{[ This is sussy-bussy behavior, pal. Gintoki knows because he would say something like this if he had a twin that was apparently dangerous in order to keep someone else safe. ]}

ah, me?
i'm stronger than i may look, i guess. you shouldn't have to worry, no matter what kinda powers your brother has.

besides, if i die, that's part of living a beautiful life.
i'd be okay with it.
hell's been waiting for me anyway.

...
Don't die, please. Consider it a personal favor.
It's going to be hard to protect your friends back home if you die here.

[ He doesn't really... want to think it would come to that. Besides, it's not like Nai and Gintoki are talking in person. He's pretty safe unless he goes looking. ]

well, i hate to break it to ya but i can't really say when or where i'd actually die. it's not something that is up for debate. if it's the end of my path, it's the end of my path, that's kind of the fate for us mortals. my life has a number and i don't know what it is, but it's fate.

you can't negotiate with it. maybe it's different for your species, i don't know.

_{[ He could talk about all of the close calls he's had. He almost died on the battlefield and he and Zura were going to commit seppuku and die with honor, but Gintoki decided his life was too beautiful to worry about a beautiful death. It's not the fact that Gintoki is tired of living; it's the fact he doesn't fear dying. He's going to value his life and try to survive, but it's not his place to cheat death somehow if it comes knocking violently at his door. ]}

you don't have a realistic understanding that shit happens that you can't avoid, do you?

[ He'd meant in this particular situation in the moment, but overall yeah. Vash much prefers those people around him not die, and it's very often not a fair request or desire considering the world he lives in and the situations people are in. Vash frowns at his device as he reads all of this ]

I don't believe in fate.
Even if terrible things happen, I can just keep trying. I don't have to give up.
We're all given a blank ticket to the future.

Edited 2023-06-06 04:10 (UTC)

_{[ He isn’t sure why but he half expected a response like this. It’s very.. heroic. Kind of like a main JUMP character. Gintoki prefers to have a more realistic belief in things, even if they seem pessimistic most of the time. That’s just how life is— full of disappointment mixed in with happiness.

He’s not going to bust Vash’s bubble if he wants to believe in goodness like this. ]}

again.
you’re an idiot. but it ain’t my place to change whatever path of life you wanna take.

just know that having that kinda mentality has the risk of getting really hurt sometimes.

maybe you’re into that.
maybe you’re an M.

beats me.

vash WHERE ARE YOU
are you hurt

Market.
No.

[ Give him a second he's In The Middle of Shit ]

I'm ok.
Where are you?

your brother's here

he knows you've been here awhile huh

not hurt at all right? if you lie to me i'll know

I found Nai in the markets earlier. Sorry, I haven't had a chance to tell you.

I'm fine, I promise.

[ Fine could mean a lot of things with Vash, normally. Fine here probably means he's closer to fine than he would be normally. He doesn't have the ability to avoid bleeding out from a bullet wound, for example. ]

heeeey h goodie two shoes ive been mneaning to ask you a questuon answer me goddammtib

_{[ just remember that you asked for this ryn ]}

goodie two shoes...? Really?
What's the question Gin-chan?

[ chipper! friendly! ]

do you photossin phtotosytfg ohptosynthisis phothtysnehtis need to sun to grow and survive???

[ Does he.. wh... he stares at his device for a minute. ]

Not any more than anyone else does. I think. It's kind of complicated...

talk to me aboutit i wanna know about you

What do you want to know?

Most plants don't have to eat. My brother didn't.
I didn't really need to.
It's just kind of how we are. We make our own.

i like learnin espsecoially about my friends and especiakky if they are someone worth learning about its torture not having to eat i would think m glad you eat food yeah vash-kun so cooool

spikey where u at

??? Out front.
Why?

[ He likes being outside ok? ]

[ hmm. ]

u tryin to fish?

Not right now, I think I might have better luck at night.

The weather's nice, that's all.

[ it's kinda really endearing that vash is enjoying himself, that he doesn't need to flee from people. ]

dont fall in, i dont know how to swim

Haha, you make me sound more accident prone than I am.
Don't worry.

Something on your mind?

yeah
just been thinking that it's been awhile since we've gone out to the town

haha. Guess it has been a little while.

Im not busy if you want to go see what's new.

[Less a misfire than a hastily written Weekly To Do List, which some normal and, erm....not so normal additions.]

- Workout/training: attempt a long-range stun grenade shot for non-lethal distance shots. Potentially rework AP shot?? Combine the two techniques together???
- Shop for new plates, mugs, curtains, a goddamn placement, and anything else those copycat fuckers with teeth turned into.
- Help Alice with homework after school.
- Inventory at the clinic.
- Water the garden/check if tomatoes, cucumbers, and peppers ready for use.
- Make sure Riot didn't dig a hole and take a FUCKING SHIT in the garden AGAIN.
- Change his food and water.
- Check up on the losers: princess squad, rat x2, that angry chick, etc.

Wow that's quite a list.
Pretty sure you didn't mean to send it to ME though.

"rat x2" ????

[ He has so many questions. ]

[...Fucking shit.]

Must've assdialed you, but no. I'm not in the market for a maid. My limbs aren't broken yet.

Pikachu and the one who cooks.
Supposedly. Haven't tried anything they've made yet.
Either way, no idea if either actually have a place to live in, and with the walking calamari skulking about, I'd rather they just crash here at night.

[ Ass...assdialed? Hello? ]

Oh. I think I know who you're talking about.
It's kind of you to offer them a place to stay.

[ You continue to prove to him that despite how sharp and prickly you are, Bakugo, you're kindhearted underneath it all. ]

I don't mind helping out though, if your hands get too full taking care of all these people.

[:)

ALSO STOP CALLING HIM OUT LIKE THIS, VASH, FUCK YOU!!]

Shut up.
They're fucking RODENTS. If an owl or hawk doesn't get to them, then anyone with a phobia probably will break out poisons, traps, or just plain shoot them with whatever magic they have. Pikachu's got the benefit of looking cute, but the other one is still an actual rat no matter how you spin it.

It ain't a big deal, they don't take much space or anything.
But if you want, go for it, seems like the two kinda drift to whoever will take them in when they need.

[ no this is kind of the risk you run when you're dealing with vash the stampede. He just managed a humored, light laugh though, it's hard to do much else because the way Bakugo speaks is so blunt and forward and frankly hilarious what else is he supposed to do? There's probably even an ink of truth to it. ]

Oh is it just the two that you're taking care of? Your list seemed longer than that.

Edited 2023-08-31 03:36 (UTC)

[Vash, he doesn't like the tone of your texting...]

I'm not *taking care of* those other losers, just checking in on them. I know they can handle themselves, but it's part of my job. Believe me, they don't me or anyone else babying them... Aurora and Jasmine can take care of themselves just fine, and I'd feel sorry for the asshole that looked at them wrong.

[He says that with utmost sincerity, too. Jasmine is a firecracker just like he is, and Katsuki would bet money she has the same piss and vinegar to knock someone out if pushed that far, and Aurora is sweet, but she's got her own fierceness that is...actually kind of scary. Reminds him of a weird mix of Yaoyorozu and Uraraka, actually. Graceful, kind, sweet...but still tough as steel.

Alice is his major concern, but only because she's seven and too curious for her own good. She gets in trouble way too much for his liking, but Katsuki also knows pretty much everyone including himself ae looking out for her.]

hey i took dune out for a walk

in case ure wondering where we are

"a walk"??

He's huge...are you keeping up?

[ What's bothering you wolfwood? Of course he doesn't actually ask that. ]

[ HE WOKE UP WITH A BONER (and horny thoughts about u) HE'S WALKING IT OFF ]

well its more like im jogging and hes waiting for me

goddamn hes big
we should get a bigger house

[ HELP??? ]

hahaha you should have invited me.

You know...I wonder how long they'll all be here.
They're all hard to miss.

u were sleeping so well
didnt want to disturb

big lug's growing on me a lot
he can stay permanently i guess
who else is gonna take care of him

come join us
maybe we can hv breakfast

don't be embarrassing...

pretty sure he wouldn't put up with anyone else
he's pretty fond of you.

breakfast huh?
give me a minute to put my boots on
if you can get him to wait.

idk he likes u an awful lot too u know

he kept looking back while we were walking

like he wants u to come out or smth
wanna go to that bakery?
dune can wait outside

He's just got a big heart for a big boy.
That's all.

The bakery sounds good. Not sure if they'll ever get our order right
but at least it's an adventure and tastes okay.
we should get Dune a treat too.

r u still upset abt the donut thing
bc we can just tell them that those r bagels not donuts

[ he is not there physically with wolfwood but the pouting should be palpable. ]

They're nothing alike!! How can you confuse the two!?

[ he can tell, it's absolutely cute ]

good
use that passion
and tell that to the baker when we get there
r u reaching soon
dune's getting restless

I'm coming! You got a head start, remember?!

[ Why are you making HIM be the "heI asked for no pickles" guy?! True to his word though he's jogging up the path, in the middle of tucking his phone back into a pocket somewhere in the inside of his coat. ]

Nick!

[ oops that slipped. ]

[ nick, huh?

wolfwood pauses in the middle of smoothing down dune's scales, and they're both turning to look at him in amused surprise. ]

I see I've got a new nickname.

[ lol get it ]

[ Oh. Erh... Vash lifts a hand to rub it through the short part of his undercut, something sheepish floating over his features. He's thankful for his sunglasses, hiding the dust of color on his cheeks. ]

Sorry, I can stick with Wolfood. [ He turns to drag his hand over Dune's back and up to scratch the spot on his neck that always seems to be his favorite. ]

Hey buddy. Mind walking slow for us little guys here?

No, it's fine.

[ wolfwood tells him after a moment, sans gruffness. somehow vash's kind of sort of earned it, hasn't he? and he likes the way his name rolls off his tongue. nick. it sounds more like them. he comes up beside him, scratching his head. ]

So, uh. I've been thinking, since we're stuck here and all...

[ It's fine? Vash turns from where he's watching Dune to turn his attention to Wolfwood, a serene little expression filtering on his face as soon as he does. Okay. Nick it is. He's about to reply when Wolfwood continues, and there's something a little uncertain about the way he's speaking. Vash's brow creases, the tilt to his head turning his expression quizzical. ]

Since we're stuck here...?

[ He could make a joke if he wanted to, but he waits. ]

Uh. We could do this more regularly. Like breakfast. On purpose.

[ he scratches his chin, shifting on his feet because how does he tell him that maybe he has feelings too, and he wants to see him more often, but deliberately, you know? like a... meeting but not in a platonic way.

he's really not great at this, but he totally stuck the landing, right...

dune stares at him, and snorts in his face. ]

Edited 2023-09-14 01:59 (UTC)

Do this...?

[ Vash watches the way Wolfwood moves, and it's hard to miss the way he shuffles a little. He blinks once though, somewhat wide eyed. The confusion melts away though as Dune goes and snorts in Wolfwood's face. THAT alone gets him to laugh easy. ]

Sure. We can go out for breakfast if you want.

[ He reaches over and claps Wolfwood on the back once, then twice. ...He's clearly missed the point. ]

[ ok so nicholas is not the most romantic of men, he also isn't the most informed on how things like these go, but he's absolutely really pretty sure that this ain't it, chief.

he blinks at him when he claps his hand on his shoulder after enduring dune's scorn. ]

What -- wait, no --

[ and dune, clearly witnessing the whole thing and running out of patience, pushes wolfwood right onto vash. hard. so that he's tumbling onto him. and knocking him off balance? ]

[ Between the two of them they've got a cotton swab, ten cents, a button, and no braincells. ]

No...? No wh—OOF

[ There's something to be said for a juvenile dragon's strength, especially when annoyed and trying to make a point. There's another thing to be said for just how HEAVY Wolfwood is, when his body weight is being shoved in Vash's direction unexpectedly. Vash's hands grapple at Wolfwood's arms in an attempt to steady him, but Vash's feet are what betray him. Instead of keeping himself vertical Vash finds himself tripping over his own idiot body and ... well down they go.

Vash's ass hits the ground first, and somewhere along the way his forehead connects with Wolfwood's with a dull conk. He manages to at least prevent himself from hitting the BACK side of his head, but his grip on Wolfwood's shirt only assures that he's been dragged down with him. ]

Ow ow ow.... [ He's still wincing as he mutters, cracking his eyes open after a moment to realize his glasses have been knocked clear off his face, the shades hanging barely on by the curve of them hooked over one ear -- and Wolfwood's face only inches from his own. Suddenly, he's finding it harder to catch his winded breath. ]

[ oh, oh, definitely. the lack of braincell is apparent, especially since it's dune that actually has it.

but even when they're toppling over, with vash unfortunately bearing the brunt of the weight, wolfwood has the presence of mind to grasp the back of vash's head to cushion the impact when he's dragged down with him. gravity, thou art a heartless bitch.

but anyway, he's straddling vash, looming above him with thighs on either side, and he's looking into the prettiest eyes he's ever seen in his whole life with the glasses knocked off. and this time, this time wolfwood's the one with the courage, his memories swimming with that last kiss.

he's pulling the glasses off fully, and leaning down to kiss him, his heart racing wildly in his chest. it's now or never. absolutely. ]

[ It's better him than Wolfwood, if he's asked. He can take a little bit of extra weight, even in a place like this that's taken everything that separates him from being human and locked it away. It's okay if he gets hurt, he can take it. He knows Wolfwood can, too, but in the end, the instinct is still there. ]

Wolfw—

[ Oh. Vash's attempt at snatching his glasses back is halfhearted at best, the movement halted the moment Wolfwood's face is in his space and their lips meet. Selfishly, he shifts his weight up to settle a hand to the side of Wolfwood's face, fingers clutching at the stem of Wolfwood's own sunglasses in an effort to push them back and away, tangled in dark strands of hair.

He's less bold this time, a thrum of worry and doubt curling through his chest as his heart practically tries to beat through his ribcage. He wants this, more than perhaps he realized, and that is terrifying. He hasn't let himself want anything in ... a long time.

Still, it doesn't stop him from reciprocating. His lips part against Wolfwood's, not quite biting but the hint is there, as Vash uses his upper body strength to push up, his hands settling at the sides of Wolfwood's face, then sliding down to grapple at the front of his stupid, sloppy, shirt. ]

[ oh.

at first, wolfwood thinks that vash is going to push him away -- he's braced himself for it, too, just in case that first time had been a fluke, and this is his own wishful thinking. but then he's pressing his lips to his, taking off his sunglasses, hands on his face and all he can think of is how soft vash's lips feel and how his pulse feels like it's going to race right out of his body.

it's exhilarating, like falling and flying at the same time, when vash kisses him back and wolfwood deepens the kiss after a few moments, tongue lightly touching against his. he's barely aware of the way vash's hands are grappling the front of his shirt; right now he's more interested in the taste of him. ah, fuck, he's wanted to do this for so, so long. ]

[ He'd put that moment away, to be honest. He'd locked it away and buried it deep, with the intention to hold it dear but also to keep it to himself. It wasn't that Wolfwood had made it feel unreciprocated, but instead, Vash himself felt as though he was the one taking things too far in a direction he didn't deserve.

He's still not so sure he deserves what's happening now, even as his lips work against Wolfwood's and their tongues meet in a kiss that feels more heated than the one before tried to touch on. One kiss becomes two though as Vash pulls back just to touch another to Wolfwood's lips, their breath ghosting together as he makes an attempt to still the heart beating in his throat. ]

...Are you okay? [ Because they did totally just take a tumble. ]

[ really? because wolfwood was starting to think that vash had regretted that when there hadn't been a follow up. it's still new to him, this entire thing -- it remains a revelation that someone actually wants to put their mouth on him. someone who knows him, sees him for who he is (someone not entirely likeable), and then kisses him anyway.

and more importantly, that someone is vash. vash, who sees the good in people all the goddamn time, who needs protecting even as he protects others; vash, who doesn't see how special he is.

the kiss is overwhelming, it tilts his world on its axis because vash feels like everything that wolfwood's trained himself not to want. he can almost feel vash's pounding heart. almost; his own is roaring in his ears. ]

Yeah, uh -- I'm fine. I'm --

[ should he get up? does vash want him to get up? for the first time, wolfwood looks a little uncertain. but he's shifting. ] Are you? I'm --

[ and dune puts a foot lightly on the centre of his back to keep him there.

you're not going anywhere, buddy. ]

[ Dune??? Vash stares at the adolescent dragon for a moment, startled. He would have let Nick leave, it certainly seemed to be something he was trying to do, but well...

He can't help it, he laughs. It's real, despite the nerves alight everywhere. It's not nervous though, not at all. Instead, even as Nick struggles with finding his words and figuring out what he wants to do, Vash lifts a hand up to settle against the side of his face, his bare thumb brushing over Nick's cheek before he leans up, using the advantage Dune is offering in order to press their lips together again.

It's languid this time, less tentative and just a little more certain, like he's gotten the message, finally, and thinks that it's okay if he lets himself have just a moment. He presses another to the bridge of Nick's nose afterwards, blue eyes crinkled at the corners. ]

I'm okay, Nick. Don't go. I don't think Dune is planning on letting you anyway.

[ don't go? all right, not going. he's absolutely not going anywhere, because he's relaxing despite the fact that dune's practically pinning him down. he finds himself delighting in the way vash laughs, how bright and warm it is, the gentleness of his eyes, and how he seems so, so very genuine.

and so wolfwood leans into it, finally convinced that vash actually wants this, and he leans in again to kiss him, his other hand coming to cup vash's cheek in turn. there's something in his heart that loosens and eases up, and the softness of vash's lips is all he feels.

he's leaning on him, a thumb slipping between them to smooth over vash's lower lip when he's done, and wolfwood finally summons up every ounce of his courage and manages a husky, ]

I meant, a date. Just now.

[ This is nice, he thinks to himself. Even if Dune is practically keeping them from going anywhere, it's nice. It's even better when he feels the tension in Wolfwood's posture practically melt away.

Wait. ]

A DATE?!

[ There's no denying it's a shout, a squawk. Vash sits up suddenly, and unfortunately for the both of them that means that they bonk foreheads again. Vash yelps again, one hand reaching up to clutch his forehead as the rest of his face turns a tomato red. A Date. Wolfwood had been trying to ask him on a date and he basically "sure buddy"'d him in response. The embarrassment creeps straight down his neck as his lips twist into a grimace.

At some point, wide blue eyes had looked away from Wolfwood, but now, after a moment they bashfully focus on him again, dark blonde brow pinched between them. A laugh escapes his throat, this one a little bit more shy, somehow apologetic with the way his grimace turns into something akin to a smile. ]

A date. Uh... yeah. We can— yeah. Yes.

[ what the fuck -- that squawk flusters wolfwood, too, because maybe by some impossibility, maybe vash doesn't want a date? he doesn't? probably? but no, no, vash is smiling one of his prettier smiles, the one that makes wolfwood's heart race, and wolfwood hates and loves everything about this moment and how it makes him feel goddamn human in ways he doesn't deserve.

he's killed people who've wanted less.

um. so.

wolfwood's mouth is dry, his gaze fixed on that smile nonetheless. fuck. ]

Okay. Good. So... wanna go?

[ Vash shifts, lifting his hands up to settle on either side of Wolfwood's face. ]

Yeah, okay.

[ Not that he's literally ever been on a date. How do they even do that? What makes things a date? Is it getting breakfast? They do that a lot. Have they been going on dates all this time?

They're still on the ground, pinned by dune. Vash cranes his neck a little to bump his nose against Wolfwood's and then glances back at Dune. ]

Think we're ready to go, buddy. Mind releasing the safety locks?

[ They're done being stupid, right? Vash glances back towards wolfwood, eyebrows lifting with a tilt of his head. Reassure your son that you're also done being stupid. ]

( now before you go thinking anything with that blond head of yours, this is not an apology for having bitten you over a scrap involving a honey bun when he'd first arrived; it may not be on the day of, because let's be completely honest here, at this point he's still trying to get his bearings but when vash comes out of his bedroom one morning around their birthday he's going to find something for him. and him only.

there will be a small package from one of the shops in the market that sells pastries, and inside that package will be a familiar, round shape with a hole in the middle absolutely drenched in thick, sweet-smelling frosting. there will be another, smaller package wrapped in twine resting next to it, and inside that will be a singular, silver hoop earring. very much like this, except the gemstone has a bit of a shine to it.

next to these two little boxes is a neatly-handwritten note, short and sweet:

Happy birthday, Vash.

how did he manage to afford this? don't worry about it. )

( it's like. Midnight and Vash is getting random coordinates sent to him that correspond to some spot in the woods and nothing else.)

[ if you don't think he will actually go there... ]

???

?????

What??

am I supposed to go there? It's the forest, right?

Yeah that's why I sent it to you. You wanted to party, right?

[ hwhat ]

Party? I haven't ever...

Who is this?

Night Sky.

Who are you?

[ you messaged him!!! ]

Vash?

I think you might have gotten the wrong number.

( oh. Awkward.

Or it would be if Night Sky gave a shit. )

Oh.

Wanna get high in the woods with me?

[ high? ]

Like in trees?

I mean sure but also drugs.

Drugs.

[ A statement and also a question. ]

I'm not really sure I've ever...
I drink sometimes?

Yes. I can make them. They're awesome.

Can you get drunk? Because it can be like that. Sort of.

It takes a lot. Doesn't really last long unless I'm trying.

But I don't mind keeping you company if that's what you're looking for.

You people and your high alcohol tolerance. Such expensive dates.

I mean. Yeah. Always.

( it had already taken him a good, long while to relent when it came to saying he didn't need to sleep in the first place; not too long after the honeybun ( and subsequent biting ) incident, he'd held on as long as he'd been physically able to keep from succumbing to something as human as sleep, but now … and we'll not be accepting any opinions from the peanut gallery —

he kind of likes it. likes the comfort and warmth of being wrapped up in something cozy, like he's being hugged from all directions as he drifts off into a dreamless sleep. dreamless, at least, until he'd played the faun's game and ended up with a little note that said nothing more than sweet dreams. he hadn't known what it would mean then, wouldn't know until the first time he closed his eyes after he'd reached into that satchel, and then.

he'd known what a nightmare was, in theory. he's read about them. experiencing them for himself is something that he'll come out of thinking that he would never wish on anyone; deaths, dozens and hundreds and thousands of them and they're all vash. every single one of them. some are quiet, some are almost merciful, but the ones that get him the most are when he's falling. falling, for so long from a sky that burns above him, and it never matters how many times he tries to get to him before he reaches the ground. he never does.

the first time he wakes drenched in a cold sweat, tears in his eyes and teeth chattering around the same syllable ( no, no, no, no! ) over and over and over again. he knows it's foolish, but in the darkness of their shared space he goes to check on his sleeping brother anyway, no worse for the wear and gently snoring. none the wiser, as it should be.

he goes back to bed.

the nightmares come back to him.

and it only takes another time or two for him to decide that, once again, sleep is not for him, and he'll play it off just as he had the first time, there's nothing wrong, except he'll add i'm sleeping just fine, thank you onto the end of every explanation of why there seem to be dark patches spreading beneath the blue of his eyes, and why his cheeks seem to be sinking in bit by bit.

are you eating?

yes.

are you sure?

positive.

and it goes on to the point that he has to stay active, has to stay moving because if he sits still for too long he's going to drift off, and he thinks that those dreams could come to him even in a doze. not a risk he's willing to take, even for his own sanity. )

[ Vash, if anything, is observant. He hadn't woken the night Nai visited him after his nightmares, but he certainly stirred if there was a second. He'd expected a conversation that never came, that night. As time goes on, as he watches his brother look more and more run down despite the concern he throws his way, it makes Vash antsy. It worries him. It's worse somehow, than when he'd first arrived and wouldn't eat or sleep. That had been obstinant refusal. This? Seems so much different, almost like there's an edge of fear around it, making it worse, wearing Nai down faster somehow.

So when it's well past nightfall and Vash can't find himself feeling okay with just falling asleep, he gets up and wanders out of his room towards the door that leads to his brother's. He pauses in front of it, listening carefully for a while before he determines he's not in there. It helps that, even from down the hallway he can see a shock of white-blonde hair peeking over the sofa in the living room. Vash's expression shifts from sleepy to pursed lipped. He knows now, firsthand, that Nai will deny anything. He's needled him for days, almost a week and he's gotten nowhere.

So this time, he chooses to attract flies with honey. No honeybun required. He approaches the sofa from behind, bare feet padding on the hardwood floor as he exhales a worried sigh. ]

Nai... [ It's whispered into blonde hair as his hands slip from his brother's shoulders and down over his chest, the blanket wrapped around his shoulders draping over the edge of the couch to half obscure Nai as well. ]

Come with me?

( maybe he should have said something sooner — maybe he should have said something at all but he doesn't want to burden vash with things that he doesn't need to. things that are in his head, and his head alone, and if he were to stop and think about it, he might start putting two and two together with regard to the scrap of paper he'd pulled out of the stranger's satchel.

sweet dreams. hmph.

he's half-curled up on the couch when vash finds him, knees pulled up toward his chest with his arms wrapped around them, and it's all he can do to keep from dozing off sitting up. he should get up and pace about some more; at least keeping moving staves off the fatigue for a little while, until his body starts complaining that he's been mobile for entirely too long.

he starts a bit when he feels the weight of familiar hands on his shoulders, settles immediately when they smooth down over his chest and his head tips back just enough to try to nuzzle into the warmth of his brother's mouth as he speaks against his hair. )

If your way of worrying over how little I've slept lately is to try to seduce me to bed, you don't have to. ( he means it, but there's nothing wrong with teasing just a little first. )

[ He's thankful that his face being in his brother's hair is enough to hide the pout that is so clearly on his face. Listen. You don't have to call him out like this? He's just trying to help. At least, as far as he can tell, his brother is just pushing his buttons because he can, not because he's actually bothered by the attempt. Nor, Vash hopes, is he going to reject it. ]

Maybe it is, if it's working. [ There's a pause as he shifts the way he's looming over his brother to press a very light, brief kiss to the curve between his eyebrows. ]

Is it working?

( don't have to call you out like that? he's your big brother, of course he has to call you out like that! and even if he can't feel it, he would be delighted to know of the pout's presence. better that he doesn't know, though, because he might have to kiss it right off of your face if he did.

he isn't going to reject the efforts, though. not by a long shot; if anything, his heart swells just a little at the thought of vash being so concerned for him and his recent lack of sleep. it warms him from the inside out — like the first sip of hot coffee, or hot chocolate, or tea in his case, you know that feeling — and sure, it's a little embarrassing, but does he give even a sliver of a flip?

nope.

the press of a kiss between his brows is made even easier with the way nai leans a bit further back, and while his brows scrunch up just a little for the show of it, vash's looming leaves him open for a tiny return smooch to the tip of his nose. )

Maybe. ( he echoes, grin turning just a little bit sly. ) Keep trying, and I'll let you know how you're doing.

[ Vash laughs, the sound light and a little throaty in that way he does, his hands smoothing back up over his brother to slide over the muscles in his neck and higher still to cradle his jaw. He scrunches his nose a little at the affection, careful in particular to keep his prosthetic hand's touch extra light. ]

It'll be a lot more comfortable if you come lie down with me. We can use my room. You look exhausted, Nai.

[ He can just tell if only by the tense way his brother seems to be holding himself even now. ]

( he loves the sound of his brother's laughter, always has and always will, even if he doesn't admit it out loud very often; seeing vash happy, he thinks, is one of the best parts of being here with him now. almost like there had never been any tension between them, and there hadn't been a century and a half spent apart just because he had his own vision of a future he wanted nothing more than to share with the most important person in the whole of his existence.

he presses his cheek into the touch to his jaw, and it's always going to be entirely too easy to give his brother what he wants, even without him asking for it outright. they're both getting better about using their words, and he huffs out a small noise, something caught between a laugh and a sigh as he moves to unfold himself. )

I wouldn't say I'm exhausted. ( he murmurs, pulling away from those soft touches just enough to roll to his feet and come around to the other side of the couch, arms curling around his brother's tiny waist and pulling him in close to murmur against his mouth. )

How can I say no to you, hm?

[ He wants to know the why so terribly badly. Why does it seem like his brother is doing all he can to avoid sleep to the point of sitting up like a ghost at all hours in their shared home? He's a little wary when Knives moves away, his eyes tracking him in the dim lighting to make sure he's not going to try and escape and haunt some other darkened corner of the house instead. The moment hands land on his waist and Knives is in his space again he relaxes again, his hands lifting up to settle on either side of his twins face, thumbs brushing over the curve of his cheekbones. ]

You could, if you wanted to. [ They're barely whispering and it's absolutely just breathing into each other's mouths with how close they are. But even Vash realizes that there's been little to none of Knives saying no throughout most of their lives. It's never been no it's just been Knives doing what Knives thought best, despite what Vash wanted. Vash, himself, was never not let to do exactly what he wanted to do. So, if Knives wanted to, Vash is certain he could say no. But he's almost certain that he won't.

Vash closes the negligible distance between their lips, tongue swiping past teeth and into Knives' mouth just before he chooses to nip sharp teeth against his lower lip. He steps back then, the expression on his face hard to read in the dark, most likely, but he does make sure so slip out of Knives' grip to catch his hand with one of his own instead, to tug him back towards the hallway that leads to however many bedrooms their new home has. ]

( maybe he'll tell him, once they're wrapped up in blankets and one another's arms, once he feels like he might finally be safe from the nightmares he hasn't figured out the source of yet; as it stands, it seems so silly to let something so intangible get to him as it has, especially so easily.

( maybe a distant part of him is afraid of losing what they've found here. together. he thinks he would rather die again than give that up, but there's no real need for such morbid thoughts right this second. )

he can feel the other's eyes on him as he moves, and maybe he's right for wondering if he's going to end up skittering off into another dark part of their shared space, given how adamant he'd been about not sleeping when he'dd first arrived, but he only wants to close that distance between them again, be as close to his twin as he possibly can, and he gives over a helpless little chuckle at the words that come out of his mouth next. )

Mm. Maybe. ( he's never outright denied vash anything, though it does stand to reason that he's done things for his own reasons, thinking of the other's best interest even if his logic happens to be a little bit skewed at times — but everything he's ever done has been for him, he hadn't been lying when he said it, even if the intention ends up falling just short of its mark. ) But maybe I don't want to, either.

( case in point: he's so, so willing to give himself over to that kiss when vash closes the distance between them, parting his lips to the sweet sweep of that tongue — at least he thinks it's going to be a kiss until the nip of those teeth comes and his brother steps back and out of his reach before he can retaliate, and the next noise out of him is something borderline between a whine and a growl. the latter, at least, is playful as he lets himself be led toward a bedroom, just a smidge of petulance in his tone as he follows up with: ) I might start, though, if you keep using your teeth like that.

( liar. you know you like it. )

[ He probably shouldn't be (maybe unintentionally) riling his brother up while trying to coax him into bed to actually sleep but Vash has never really been one to make a lot of plans before falling into the heat of things. This is no different, even though he'd at least had some semblance of an idea on how to get his brother to come to his room and sleep with him.

The growl gets nothing from Vash other than one of those light, throaty laughs he does. He doesn't look back at his brother, but does take a moment to tangle their fingers together instead, tugging lightly as he ambles down the hallway and back towards the end of it where the double doors lead into the little alcove that separate Vash's room and the stairwell towards Nai's own. Instead of dragging Nai up the curved stairs decorated with books and plants in inlaid bookshelves, Vash pulls him into the room that's mostly windows that he uses as his bedroom. He turns when they reach his bed, tugging Nai in close again to nose against the cheek decorated with his own beautymark. ]

Sorry, couldn't help it. Bed's warm. [ It's an implied meaning, one that has no heat behind it, not tonight. The pattering of rain starts to hit the windows that arch into the ceiling and Vash lifts a hand to brush over the back of his brother's neck. ]I'll stay with you.

( it's only just this side of easy to get him riled up because it's vash, and his brother is always going to be able to pull that sort of reaction from him regardless of his intent; he knows what he's trying to do, or at least he thinks he does, and yes it would be a bit too simple to fall into the fairly new habit of seeking to kiss him breathless before moving on to anything else, but. in this instance, he's pretty sure that isn't what he's gunning for.

even if it would be a nice detour, he's not about to spurn his twin's good intentions by turning them into something else entirely.

there's comfort in this, in being led by the hand of the one person he would trust with anything, and he keeps that feeling close to his heart as he's ushered into the space that is the other's bedroom. allows himself to be pulled close again and held, returning the nuzzle to his cheek with one of his own.

when he gives over those words, nai lifts his head slightly, expression imploring without really meaning to be. )

You will?

Yeah. C'mon.

[ He tugs at Nai again, stepping back so he's crawling backward onto his own bed, one knee at a time. Luckily, he'd been barefooted before so there's no extra work to pull off shoes or change into sleeping clothes. The sheets on his bed are unmade, but he pushes them aside with his free hand as he tugs. ]

Just you and me and some sleep. Like when we were kids.

[ Innocent, warm, and safe. Like the bed they shared then (and now) is impenetrable, safe from worries and bad moods. The window of their room open to the darkness of space and bright pinpoint stars. Here it may just be the sky, and there's no rumbling of an engine in the background, time and space separating then and now with hundreds of years and millions of miles. ]

We'll talk till you get tired again. I'll hold your hand.

( he feels a little lost — much like he had when he'd first woken up in this place — but vash's hand is warm in his own, the promise of closeness until he manages to find some measure of solace in sleep again weighing heavy in the air between them and he. of course he likes the thought of it, of course he wants that closeness because he always does. he just never knows how to ask for it, because he still doesn't feel like it's something he can ask for in the first place.

he follows him, quietly and slowly until both of his knees are amidst the unmade sheets; they smell like his brother, a wave of calm and comfort soothing over him like a balm to his very soul, his heart, and if he … near-immediately folds himself down into that unmade mess to bury his face against a pillow or something else, just to breathe him in and hold it in the center of his chest. well. don't comment on it, okay?

this is not one of his finer moments.

he settles, curling up just a little bit, looking up at his brother just this side of expectantly. )

What would you like to talk about?

[ To Vash's credit, his only reaction to Nai's moment of weakness is to tilt his head to the side a little, a smile on his face as he lowers himself down so he's laying down facing his brother, one hand pulling sheets and blankets up over them both as he shimmies in closer, their noses almost touching. ]

Mm... I'm not picky. [ He thinks for a moment though as he lifts a hand up to drag fingers through the white-blonde hair on his brother's head, blue eyes fixed on the action as he thinks. ]

The stars here are different than what I memorized at home, but I'm starting to remember the constellations I've learned about. I think my favorite is the Compass Fish.

[ He's just babbling about astronomy here, at little, little tales that apparently accompany the constellations. He keeps stroking his fingers through his brother's hair, down the nape of his neck and back, slow and methodical. ]

( this is a lot like their first ( and only ) year on the ship, when they really only had each other despite how well rem had cared for them, how well she'd looked after them from the very first moment of their birth; there is always going to be a part of nai that insists this is all they need. just the two of them, nothing and no one else infringing on their personal bubble and everything and everyone leaving them to their own devices.

he doesn't care much that he would rather do anything sleep right now, as long as he can have this kind of closeness with his brother.

his eyes close for a brief moment as those fingers comb through his hair, a pleased and content noise filtering up to the surface without much thought to giving it at all. he's never going to openly admit that he's just this side of touch-starved and soaks up all the attention vash gives him like a proverbial sponge, but there is no denying it when he reacts like this, and if that sound ends up morphing into something that sounds suspiciously like a purr, it's the closest it can actually get when he's this human.

don't worry about it.

he hums quietly during a lull in the other's rambling, brows briefly creasing in thought. ) You always liked those stories, didn't you? The lore behind them … ( gods and goddesses, the stories of heroes from all different sources of mythology, and there is one more thing nai is never going to admit openly, because he's always been so serious about the media he consumed, apart from all those old westerns.

he likes them, too. perhaps the romantic ones the most. ) Do you remember what your favorite was?

A favorite? Mm... I don't know if I could pick a favorite. Maybe Andromeda and Perseus. The story was that he rescued her from Medusa. They're right next to each other in the sky...

[ There's a pause as he turns his attention to watching the way Nai's hair parts around his fingers as he drags his fingers through the soft strands. It's hard to miss the purr and though it's likely nothing like they could do were they not locked away from half or more of what they are, there's a small reciprocated echo of noise Vash answers back with, especially when he makes an effort to press a kiss through strands of blonde hair. ]

Did you know humans assign people constellations based on when they're born, Nai? [ He speaks this in such a soft tone, the timbre and pace of his words quiet and low. It almost makes himself feel a little sleepy, but he exhales a long breath as he pulls blankets around them again, tucking fabric here and there. ]

We were born under Cancer, but there's a constellation that's twins too. Gemini. It's kind of a shame we can't see these in the sky here or at home. [ He would love the chance to stargaze with his brother, pointing out the ones with stories. Falling asleep in grass understarlight.

Not that this is bad, besides the circumstances that brought it about. ]

( of course he was never going to look the proverbial gift-thoma in the mouth when it came to acquiring certain things that they didn't really need, but it goes a little bit without saying that he's impressed with what vash had managed to find for them once they were able to move into a larger space.

( he was right; there was no way they would have had room for a piano in the mushroom house, and as giddy as he had been to get his fingers back on the keys and have vash beside him to pick up where they'd left off as children, the patience that he sometimes doesn't have has paid off in the interim. )

it doesn't look like what they had had when they were younger, but all the same, there's a certain level of beauty to it; it's really like nothing he's ever seen before, the grain of the wood looking warm to the touch even though it isn't when he lays a hand over its surface. the keys are worn, but not yellowed, and he thinks that might mean that wherever this piece had come from, whomever had owned it for so long must have loved it.

he likes the thought of that, for some reason.

nai had been the one to make sure they had a bench long enough for both of them to sit on, and once he's gotten vash sat smack dab in the middle he bends to loom over him almost as he had done when the nightmares had kept him up for days, chin resting amid unruly golden tufts as he peers down at the keys, and where his brother is about to lay his hands. )

All right. ( he practically purrs. ) Let's see what you remember.

[ He'd been very purposeful when he picked the piano they currently have in their home. Things that are old and cared for are often better than newer, cheaper, mass produced models, even in a place like this. Vash likely had to do a lot of convincing to get it, so when his brother basically fawns over it, he's more than a little pleased with himself.

He does, however, wonder what the point of such a long bench was when he's the only one sitting on it. He's not suspicious or anything — there's nothing to be suspicious of, really. But he does feel the muscles in his back flex and the hairs on the back of his neck rise thanks to the curl of Knives voice finding its way into his ears. It makes his fingers slide against the whites of the keys a little, even as he settles his mismatched digits on them.

He does, at least, place them correctly. That much he remembers, even when playing in tandem. It's muscle memory, something that even though he might have to struggle to remember to read the music, he will probably never forget. ]

Nai... [ It's a little bit of fussing, because he's almost certain his brother is being like this on purpose. ]

( he should have known that vash would go to such troubles as he had to procure this piano for them, but it wouldn't have mattered in the end, because he would have been grateful for anything his brother could find; he's been here longer, knows better what's available and what isn't, but to say he isn't disappointed in the least is putting it incredibly mildly.

( taco bell mildly, one might say, if either of the two participants in these upcoming piano lessons even knew what taco bell was. tinkle outside the binkle, boys. )

muscle memory isn't so easily forgotten, but being able to read sheet music is one of those 'don't use it, you lose it' kind of things, and nai has never been more grateful that he'd been able to keep up with that sort of thing well; his plan here is to see what vash remembers, and if he remembers enough, he's going to ( affectionately ) bully him into playing with him, and that's where the double bench comes in handy.

he really hopes he remembers more than he thinks he does … he wants to play with him again so badly it's ridiculous.

he chuckles at the outburst of his name, ) What? ( he asks, mock-innocently. ) You're stalling. Come on now.

( his turn to be a twerp. you don't get the right all right time. )

I'm not stalling! You're distracting!

[ Vash huffs, but turns his focus to the sheet music in front of him. He doesn't play anything at first, taking his time reading the first line of notes. Unconciously, his fingers sweep over the keys almost as if he's miming playing, but he doesn't press anything, not yet. To himself, he whispers the notes under his breath but finally after what might feel like an agonizingly long time to a certain almost impatient older brother he finally starts to play.

It's far from flawless, and there are certainly keys he misses (with a wince and a hiss of breath) but the longer he plays the more fluid it becomes. He may not have played often, but perhaps by some stroke of luck he's retained more memory of the skill than he thought he had. Perhaps in some way, it was a desperate attempt at holding onto something more positive from his and his brother's past.

He plays the first page, and stops when he gets to a point that isn't abrupt. He grins a little, tipping his head back to look up and over at Nai, the expression bright and only mildly impish. ]

Am I? ( he chuckles, and it's more than a snort than anything else, but genuinely full of amusement. ) I'm sorry, I don't mean to be.

( liar, liar, snuggie-of-death-on-fire.

vash might be taking his time in actually touching the keys, and he might think he's a little on the impatient side when it comes down to it — he is, just a little, but that's neither here nor there, shh — but if he's perfectly honest? he enjoys watching him go through the motions regardless of whether he's touching anything or not, mouthing along with the notes until they make sense to his mind and to his fingers, and he thinks, not for the first time, that his brother is the most beautiful thing he'll ever see in any world.

when he finally starts playing, it reminds him a lot of how they'd both stumbled over the notes when they'd first begun to play, but even after all these years, nai doesn't think he's lost as much as he thinks he might have. when he pauses to turn that impish grin on him, he can't help but to give in to the temptation of it, dipping down just as low as he needs to drop a peck of a kiss against the upward turn of his mouth. ) See? You haven't forgotten as much as you thought.

All the time, lately... [ Distracting. It's infuriating and flustering when he thinks too hard about it. He grumbles this to himself mostly, his cheeks puffy for a moment before that peck lands at the corner of his mouth. It's like a bomb is diffused almost immediately and instead Vash soaks up the positive attention like a plant that's being watered for the first time in a hundred years. ]

Mm, guess it's hard to forget. But I'll need to practice before we can play together. [ He'd just wind up holding his brother back, or ruining the duet. It's a half spoken promise though, a commitment to share something that can only really be shared with him, and him only. ] You'll tutor me right?

( all the time, lately.

he hears that even if vash mostly grumbles it to himself, and nai doesn't really mean to be a distraction, especially when he really had wanted to see what his brother still retained from their playing together as children. of course he doesn't think he'd kept up with it after the ships had crashed — maybe because it had always been nai that had been practicing on his own when his twin had joined in, unbidden, but had it only been because he'd known it made his brother happy?

he doesn't linger on that thought for long, because it makes something in the very center of his chest ache, and he doesn't want this to end up being soured on his end by thoughts he has no control over. not that he thinks it could, but.

just going to leave that where it is.

regardless of whether or not vash thinks he's going to hold him back before he practices properly, nai doesn't think he will. he's always had faith in his brother's ability when it comes to the keys, to being able to pick out the notes for himself and follow them up without a single thought to anything else, because vash was always a natural like he was. their notes coming together had always been the highlight of their playing together.

he doesn't answer immediately, but when he does: ) Of course I will, as long as you have an interest in it. But I really don't think you're going to need as much tutoring as you assume you will.

[ when vash returns to his room that afternoon, there's a long cat on his windowsill, napping in the one spot of sunlight still left. he may have even seen the cat around the last few weeks-- trotting around outside the castle, napping in hard to reach spots, and generally Being Aloof.

still, this is the spot he's chosen today, and it looks like he's no respecter of one's personal property, because if vash left an item of clothing like a tshirt or whatever anywhere in the room, it's been dragged up onto the windowsill to become a cat bed.

good luck getting the cat hair off. ]

[ At least it's a black cat on a black shirt so it's not as obnoxious as it could be? As it is, Vash is staring at the cat in the windowsill sunbeam, looking a little perplexed about how to get his shirt back. He's certainly seen the cat around before... ]

Hey little guy, hate to ask but I think I need that back, if you don't mind. [ He pauses. ] Bet we could find something more comfortable for you instead though.

[ the cat cracks open a startlingly blue eye, then yawns, long skinny body uncurling and stretching. he rises to his feet, then, settling on his haunches, tail sweeping around his feet.

.. oops, he slept a little too long. he'd meant to be gone before vash got back, but.. well, here they are. awkward, getting caught sleeping on his shirt, but his scent is familiar and sort of comforting in this shape.

oh well, may as well embrace it.

he hops down, landing with a slightly suspicious click, and immediately winds between the blond's ankles, rubbing his side against his leg with a meow. ]

[ Vash's ears register the sound of metallic limbs, but he doesn't put two and two together just yet. Instead, he bends down to scratch between pointed ears and down a (metallic?) spine and up over what seems to be a very long tail. ]

Haha, hey buddy. You're not hungry are you? Maybe we've got some canned tuna or something around here... [ He moves to bend down further, picking the cat up in his mismatched arms. It isn't until he's already done it that he stops...

a sudden realization taking hold in his expression.

Wait. ]

[ .. oh? cain freezes as vash bends to actually pet him (it feels nice as always), and his vague amusement grows exponentially as the blond addresses him like he really is a cat. he was expecting to be found out right away, so naturally he's startled as vash just picks him up.

for a moment, he's stunned still in vash's arms-- but then he glances up, and sees that it's finally hit the other man. he'd laugh if he could. instead, he rolls onto his back in vash's arms, reaching up with a metal paw to boop the blond on the nose.

oops? ]

[ he almost wants to jostle you on purpose, Cain. The way his lips turn down into an exaggerated frown and his brows furrow behind his sunglasses might give away the thought he's allowing to percolate in his head, but he dismisses it a moment later.

Namely, the moment the metal paw boops him on the nose. ]

...I can put you down if you want. Sorry. I didn't realize it was you.

[ He offers a strained little laugh as he steps over to the back of the living room couch, crouching a little to let Cain slink onto the back of it if he wants. ]

[ he purrs as loudly as he can to show that he's not upset, and gently headbutts vash's chin before slinking out of his arms and onto the couch. a moment later, the familiar magic takes hold, and it's cain seated there, dressed simply in the large t-shirt and shorts he wears to sleep. he crosses one metal thigh over the other, folding his hands atop his knee, and smiles, amused and apologetic. ]

I'm sorry, dear. To be fair, you left your door open, and as a cat, your scent is very soothing.

[ it probably has more to do with the fact that cain likes and trusts vash, and something about feline instincts makes him more inclined to just do what he wants. ]

My scent, huh?

[ He looks down at the black turtleneck he's currently (always) sporting and pulls at the fabric to sniff it. He can't really smell anything but does ANYONE know what they smell like? ]

I'm not mad or anything, I guess. Didn't realize you could be a cat.

[ He's doing a very pointed job of keeping his gaze focused on anywhere but where cain is. SURE HE'S FULLY CLOTHED but Vash has never seen him dressed down this much. Also, he's an idiot. ]

I didn't realize until fairly recently, either. But it's nice not to be myself now and then.

[ it's been the status quo with his body for billions of years, this is so new and different that--like his arrival here--he'd cried on discovering he could change himself.

still, maybe this isn't the time or place for this conversation, given vash's squirrely reaction. he won't look at cain, and he seems uncomfortable. ] .. Do my prosthetics bother you? [ he doesn't think vash is that shallow, particularly since the blond has a prosthetic arm himself, but there's quite a lot of his cybernetic parts on display at the moment, and he knows they can appear jarring. he doesn't like looking at himself in the mirror when he's undressed. ] I can change if you prefer.

whAT? NO! That's not— [ He shifts his gaze to look at Cain pointedly, despite his weird embarrassment. Honestly, he's an idiot. He eventually covers his face with a hand, rubbing his palm over his face, mortified. ]

It's fine, you're. Fine. [ He's just going to keep his face covered with one hand. It doesn't really do much to hide the fact he's flushed from the tips of his ears clear down his neck into the collar of his turtleneck. ]

Sorry. It feels private.

[ vash's face is quite red, isn't it? cain pauses to consider that, somewhat amazed, before glancing back down at himself. maybe.. well. it must be odd to see cain anything less than fully dressed in long sleeves, pants, and shoes.. and he had just been a cat on top of all this. vash must be a little thrown off. ]

I suppose I am fairly careful not to walk around in my sleep-clothes. [ if that's what he means by 'private', anyway. then he laughs, a titter that's as delighted as it is amused. ] If you think about it, I'm as covered as ever, you know. There's still no more skin on display than you usually see.

[ his hands click against his thighs as he pushes himself to stand, then reaches to gently urge vash's hand away from his face. ] Come now, dear, don't be so embarrassed. If anything, you ought to be a little annoyed, I should think.

Edited 2023-12-11 03:55 (UTC)

Annoyed?

[ Vash peeks from between his fingers. He's not wearing his usual sunglasses for once, startlingly blue eyes wide behind newly splayed fingers. His expression is fit into something of a pout, lips pursed and chin jutted. Like a child that's being admonished. ]

I'm not annoyed. I don't care if you borrow my shirts to sleep on.

[ A weird sentence sure, but he doesn't mind. There's precious little he wouldn't allow someone to do, which really, is likely an issue in and of itself. ]

[ .. when he puts it like that, it sounds a little more risqué than cain intended it to be, and cain has to pause, hand stilling on vash's arm, to look at his sulky expression.

don't even think about it, cain. he's too young for you. everyone is too young for you. and even if he wasn't, he has something going on with everyone in this castle, you don't want to get mixed up in that. ]

Oh dear, [ he starts, smiling helplessly, ] you shouldn't let your brother hear that, he'll think there's something going on with us. [ he releases vash's arm to instead gently squish his cheeks between his palms. ] And he doesn't need any reasons to feel uncertain about pleasing you.

[ He is 150 years old, he is NOT too young. Too complicated, maybe. Vash just blinks the moment his face is smushed between Cain's hands, his face still a comfortable level of scarlet that's not quite as deep as the color of the coat he wears. ]

Huh? Why would Nai care if I let you borrow my shirts? [ There's a pause though and Vash looks a little uncertain. Please him? He fits Cain with something that turns quizzical as he lifts his hands to lightly rest on top of Cain's own. ]

I think you've got the wrong idea about how Nai and function. [ He says, with a little trepidation in his voice. He doesn't pull away though. Something something touch starved something. ]

[ that's baby. (no it's not, cain's just too old man.)

oh no, vash is really too charming, wanting the affection even as puzzled as he obviously is. cain is happy to stroke his thumbs over the younger man's cheekbones, a bit like he's petting some lonely puppy. ]

.. Do I? [ does he? ] Are the two of you not dating? [ ... is he projecting? it's been a long time since he's done that. but then, it's been a long time since he found brothers that remind him at all of he and abel back when they'd both been mortal. ]

[ Vash stares, eyes wide despite the affection. He almost looks like he's about to be more pale than his brother is, the way things are going. ]

D...dating? [ He stands up straight, their heights not all that different but it pulls his face out of Cain's hands just as the blush colors and heats the skin where his hands just were. ]

We're not— That's!!! [ For once in his life he wishes he understood his gate so he could activate it and swallow himself whole. ]

Oh. [ hm. maybe it's just knives that has complicated feelings for his brother, then.

he taps his mouth, head tilting. ] Perhaps I was seeing a bit too much of Abel and I in you two. [ wishful thinking, in a way. still, he's a little surprised by just how shocked vash seems. (maybe it's more of a case of the lady doth protest too much..) ] You do know that Knives is entirely smitten with you, though?

[ No, no. There's definitely something going on but Vash is never really one to be honest with himself about things. He's pretty sure that's not the right wording, dating. They're just... who they are? ]

I don't know about smitten. He's always cared. T[ here's a bashful way about how he shrugs his shoulders. ]

It's...complicated.[ He pauses and watches Cain for a moment. Like he's trying to figure out what exactly he's saying means. ] We remind you of you and your brother?

( close to the middle of the month, vash will return to his room and find a very small box resting on his pillow; inside is a length of leather cord and a ring looking very similar to the sun seen here, along with a handwritten note folded and tucked inside the box's lid.

I went mourning without the sun.
I hope I never have to again.

what vash doesn't know is that there is a missing half that nai has kept for himself, a moon to complete the set, and never you mind that he's writing this note with a biblical quote. merry christmas, brother. )

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Vash.
I need your help.

( it's a desperate cry for help, really, considering he's asking at all. )

You're much more well-acquainted with Cain than I am.
What sort of things does he like?

( is he currently wandering around the markets trying to think of something himself because cain gave him a potted plant and he can't not give him something in return?

yes.

shut up. )

Cain...?
You want to give Cain a gift?

[ He doesn't mean this to sound the way that it probably does, but well. He is kind of surprised. He does, however actually sit back and think about it. ]

He likes to garden, and he's a vegetarian.
I think he must like to read, but I'm more unsure about that.

[ he pauses in his messages, thinking. ]

We could set up a plot outside the castle for him to grow things.

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( look, it's surprising to him too, all right? he's so unused to thinking like this in the slightest that of course he's going to come running to you for any measure of advice. you have friends. he doesn't know how to handle the idea of them. )

He gave me something.
I thought it only considerate to return the gesture.

( he gets that last message and contemplates it for a moment, all kinds of thoughts whirling around in his head until he can manage to grab hold of a couple of keep them in one place. )

He did say he would teach me.
How to garden, that is.
A specified place to do it might be beneficial for everyone involved.

[ Cain gave his brother a gift? That makes something warm settle in his stomach and he grins at his device. ]

Did he? That sounds like him.
It's cold so things probably can't grow outside right now, but...
Getting a layout figured out would be a good first step.

[ He thinks for a minute. ]

We can invite him to join us, too.

( it's just as surprising to you as it is him -- maybe more so on his end, really, because you know him better -- but it's a step in the right direction for making more friends like you want him to, isn't it? )

Wouldn't that ruin the surprise?

( having him join in, that is, but that doesn't mean he's opposed to the idea. he likes it, but he also likes the idea of the whole thing catching him off-guard. dilemma. )

It wouldn't do to have something in mind where he doesn't want it, though.
He'd probably enjoy having a hand in where his plot goes, after all.

[ One morning, as your character steps out of their home, they are greeted by an owl messenger, bearing a letter. The letter tells them that they have been selected to participate in a gift exchange, and they are to deliver a gift to Essek Thelyss by the end of the month. The letter says nothing more, and once the letter is read, the owl will fly away. ]

[And here Katsuki thought Todoroki was the hardest motherfucker to gift, but no. At least the half and half bastard has some likes that Katsuki can go off of - Vash is a total enigma and the poor Hero spends almost the entire goddamn day just trying to puzzle what to shove in a box or bag that might make this jackass not toss it in a closet somewhere.

In the end, he opts to just go with the easiest thing that most people love to receive: food.

On the evening of Christmas day (yes, it took that long, fuck you), the mail mic will deliver several wrapped gifts and bags to Vash's residence. How they carried some of this shit is a mystery, but whatever. We're not asking those questions. Anyway, the largest present is a fairly large, colorful tin of gourmet popcorn in four flavors - caramel, white cheddar, regular buttered, and white and milk chocolate drizzle. There's also a full orange cranberry bundt cake, peppermint bark, and some festive cake pops decorated to look like little snowmen.

Katsuki also included a festive sweater that perfectly encompasses his mood while trying to think up this shit, and finally the one nice thing way the fuck at the bottom of the boxes/bags...a painted glass ornament that is wrapped dutifully and Vash better not break before the next holiday. 8| So help him god.

Out of everyone else, Vash is the only one to get a card, which is simple in design and just has the usual "Merry Christmas" on one side with a lighted tree and Santa's sleigh and stuff. But written on the back in smudged, red ink...blotted and looking almost like a crime scene, reads:

NEVER AGAIN.

- 💣]

[ dolph has been getting used to the castle. space doesn't bother him, but being around these many people makes him twitchy so he's been making himself busy by working in the kitchen or chopping firewood. generally, he's not too far from livio,

he does pause to do maintenance on his arm though. extreme weather takes its toll as he seems to running an oil cloth over it with a grimace. ]

What a pain.

[ All the extra guests is a bit much, but really, whatever helps keep people warm. Vash won't complain. He's got his own space he can retreat to when it's too much. Generally speaking though, he's okay with people. He likes listening, watching.

Which is what he's doing from his little corner while Dolph is going through the motions of trying to clean(?) his arm. He considers offering to help but hesitates, instead walking closer under the guise of getting something to drink. Water probably. That's never not going to be novel and great. To just have water whenever. ]

Everything alright?

[ Casual. ]

[ dolph glances at him. there's a few panels open with wiring displayed and something vaguely bataranged shaped that is seemingly tucked away. he nods at vash's query. ]

It's fine. Long dips in temperature makes the arm a bit stiff.

( he's gotten an idea, and it may or may not have something to do with a certain holiday he's heard others talking about recently, hustling and bustling about gathering gifts and things for the people they hold most dear, and when it all comes down to it, who is the one person that always comes to mind first when it comes to those he cares about?

it's always, always going to be vash, and if there's a chance that he can do something that conveys just a little bit of how he cares about him in a physical sense ~~outside of what they already know along that vein, eheh~~ he's going to do it.

he's got all the ingredients he needs, to his knowledge, and when vash next comes into the kitchen he turns and makes an inquisitive noise in his general direction. just to get his attention. )

Hey. Would you like to help me make something?

[ Vash is halfway into a cabinet looking for something or other, so when he hears his brother make a noise in his direction his reaction is to poke back up from behind the cabinet door kind of like a meerkat who's just heard something to pay attention to. He's even got a pack of something in his mouth, plastic and all.

There's a moment where he stares a little, blue eyes wide and barely blinking until he opens his mouth to drop the packaged food into his flesh hand. ]

Make something? What are you making??

[ He peeks a little at the counter in front of his brother, like he's trying to sus out what Nai is up to. He recognizes the ingredients, but he's never been much of a cook despite being someone who is more than happy to shove something (anything) sweet into his mouth. The cabinet he was behind gets shut as he wanders over and peeks over his brother's shoulder at what he's doing.

Definitely sweets but...? ]

[Nostalgia and longing for comforts of home have never suited him. It's easy to bury under long sessions on Sleepr or investigations around town, but-

Far be it from Akechi Goro to not invite his bizarre roommates with him to one such outing to it. A strange compulsion to give into a sliver of nostalgic, sentimental shit - the moon pissing him off enough to fuel memories of Tokyo. It doesn't matter both worlds have puppet masters making them writhe and dance in tangled string - only one has his ultimate goal and-

He misses it.

And it's a part to play. An image to maintain. Be kind, thoughtful and invite others. It's suspicious to do otherwise.

With a smile - relaxed and content, he slides into the piping hot water.]

I'm shocked this town has a place like this and such a well maintained one at that. It's fortunate the whole building wasn't completely destroyed by those vines or warped animals.

[ How he was convinced to do this with the two stray (mostly) adult men he's adopted is anyone's guess. He's never been one to go to public baths on purpose, but here he is. Unlike Akechi, Vash has padded over to a bench near the large bath, and is currently tinkering with his prosthetic, pressing several points with his flesh and bone hand to release the device from its attachment with a wince. ]

Mm... It's funny how this place works sometimes. With magic and everything else, things can wind up back to normal sooner than you would think.

[ He sits there, still donning clothes at this point like some kind of unhinged weirdo. At least he's not wearing shoes. The prosthetic is set on the bench, wrapped in one of the spare towels he's brought with himself as he falls quiet again. ]

I would have been more worried the water was strange. Like the lava in the lake.

[ But no, no bath house lava. Vash laughs a little as he stands, minus one appendage. ]

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[ At any given time, on any given day in Somnius, Maruki's mind is comprised of 70% cognitive psience therapy psychobabble and 30% missing Tokyo so much that it's almost a physical ache. He has a better relationship to sentimentality than Akechi does, but still: Nostalgia can dig long fingers into his throat sometimes. He never thought he'd yearn for a place so badly. He never left long enough to let it happen.

So these little comforts are paramount. Cobbling together familiar meals, even with ingredients that aren't quite right. Reminiscing with Akechi or comparing notes with those who have resided in other Tokyo realities. And against all reason, a bath house, not exactly the same as any he'd go to at home, but similar enough to scratch an itch.

There is, of course, the suspicion that this is yet another cognitive manipulation meant to pacify. But that's not a thought for the moment; it's one for him to scribble down in the gifted notebook as he tries to fight sleep to avoid another night of his subconscious running him ragged in that liminal counseling office.

Maruki is doing great, by the way.

So anyway! This is a nice respite. He is shutting his brain off. The doctor is, for once, Out. ]

Like the lava in the–? Actually, no, I think I'd rather find out for myself. Or avoid finding out entirely.

[ He has absolutely none of Vash's hesitation and is in that water as quickly as possible, sinking all the way down to his chin at once. He draws in a deep breath and lets out a long, low sigh.

Then he cracks an eye open to look at Vash, details blurry without his glasses but general shape easily readable. ]

We can look away if that would make you more comfortable?

[ Surely this is about cultural differences. He has sensitivity training! ]

[You know who doesn't have sensitivity training?

Students turned detectives don't get the same degree of education as his full police counterparts, with a penchant for absorbing interesting information after signing off on required SOPs.

In a tone light and airy, voice warm as the water surrounding them - ]

No need to worry. If it were lava, our blood would have started to boil or our skin would have ignited the second we appeared in this room without protection. Did you know it's actually slow burning rock? Even if we managed to make it past and tried to jump in, we would simply explode due to the high percentage of water in the human body and flash vaporize into steam. I learned that some time ago and found it interesting.

[Though he doesn't know about Vash - alien in nature, damaged in whole, judging by the amount of work he's doing to take off parts of his body.

Regardless, it's not lava! There's your fun fact.

And Akechi, helpful detective prince he is, does look away - turns his back to his undressing companion and leans against the opposing wall.]

But I visited our new lava lake, and I'm still alive. Only its color has changed - it's all quite fascinating.

[ Vash's hand is at the hem of his shirt, mid motion to pull it up and over his head when he stops dead, bright blue eyes focused laser sharp on Akechi, his expression very purposefully crafted, neutral despite the wide eyed expression.

Well, he's not wrong. Vash exhales a laugh, airy and a little awkward as he spares Maruki an appreciative expression after a moment. Akechi is a little strange, but it's not that alarming, just... scientific? ]

It's fine. It's not me I'm worried about.

[ He pulls the shirt up over his head, knocking his sunglasses askew for a moment before those too, get put on the bench next to his arm. He's fairly unceremonious about the state of his scared up body, jagged stitched up skin and healed bullet wounds. Without the prosthetic arm, the little bits of metal and wiring that litter his frame almost seems out of place but he shrugs. ]

There are still fish in the lake, actually. So I'm not surprised. I guess a lot of what's going on is harmless... it still worries me though.

[ Oh.

Maruki has tact to spare and a nature predisposed to be inoffensive, so he doesn't stare. He doesn't even give Vash more than a glance. But that's a glance that will stick with him!

He hasn't gotten to know this benevolent stranger with a soft spot for Tokyo transplants. He has zero concept of what Vash's reality was like. Based on his experience with every other dreamer, and without any other context at all, he would be able to safely assume that Vash's reality was – is – a brutal, unjust, torturous place.

Assumption confirmed, in a violent fashion.

He hums at Vash's words. There is much he could say on the topic of harmless manipulations to a person's cognition, let alone a cognitive world, but he is relaxing and enjoying his time at a bath house with his two kindly housemates. Work over. Clocked out. Head empty. Only steam now. ]

I wouldn't be surprised if the fish turn out to be the most harmful thing in Somnius. Don't you think it's strange how many oddities revolve around fish?

[ And then he looks at Akechi, tone brightening into a good-humored tease. ]

I... don't suppose you have any fun facts about deadly fish-borne diseases and their effects on human physiology that you'd like to share with us?

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[There's a soft 'Hm as he slinks shoulder deep into the not so lava hot water. His love of sushi kept him away from seeking information on zoonotic diseases involving fish - no need to add unnecessary stress while he ate from a conveyor belt.]

Nothing that isn't obvious. Disease from consuming old fish come to mind - a problem we may have if the fish rain doesn't stop. I wonder how long it will take for those in town to start serving us rotting meat.

[The wall a boring sight - he starts to envision fish the steam that bubbles across it. A stupid activity for his brain to focus on, but better than sinking into a void of the off-white barrier.]

Though in saying that, you should worry about yourself in all these matters, Vash. You may not have the same problems as humans, but it's almost irrelevant in this world. Our captor can do whatever they want and exploit any part of you using the means available to them. With fish, lava or otherwise.

[Isn't that great?????? He doesn't even sound mad - the water acting like a weighted blanket around his wrath. Calm, relaxed and content, despite the words out of his mouth. He slinks a bit deeper - that sweet, sweet heat stroke vibe something he's seeking.]

That reminds me - I have a question for you. I know where Maruki-san stands on the matter, but what's your plan in this place?

Why are you still awake?

[ he COULD choose not to answer this.

and yet. ]

Sorry, is the light bothering you?

Not at all!

Are you doing anything in particular, or just can't sleep?

Nothing important.

I like how quiet it is at night.

[ There's a pause. ]

Is everything okay?

[ don't you try to turn the tables on him motherfucker ]

Yes. Just a little worn out on counseling every time I dream, so I'm enjoying the quiet as well.

I was going to go sit outside and admire at Akechi-kun's enemy, the moon.

Would you like to join me?

[ That gets a chuckle out of him. The second part, anyway. ]

Sounds pretty tiring...
Sure, I'll be outside in a minute.

[ It doesn't take him too long, but he does hop out through his own open window rather than going through the door. It's fine, he's on the first floor. ]

[ Maruki, a normal man who gets places normally, goes out the front door just in time to see Vash clamoring out his window and laughs way too loud for such a quiet, peaceful night. Frankly, it's incredible that his spindly legs don't get caught on the ledge and send him tumbling ass over teakettle. ]

Thank you for joining me. I thought the company might be nice for both of us.

[ Not that he doesn't love three-way bonding time with Akechi and Vash, but sometimes The Adults Need To Talk. Maruki stuffs his hands into his jacket pockets and rocks a little on the balls of his feet. ]

Where's your favorite place to stargaze around here?

[ yeah he read and internalized your sleepr profile :) ]

[ He does make it out of the window without incident. Look, it was open and closer than the front door. He's also a little bit of a weirdo. He flashes Maruki a small grin at the laugh though. What? ]

Haha, you remembered that, huh?

There's a hill to the south that's nice. So long as you don't mind resting in the grass.

[ He doesn't mind at all. A year in and grass and trees and weather in general is still novel to him.. ]

[ Hill to the south it is! As they head off that way, Maruki does what Maruki does best: Chatter on with a bit of self-deprecation to hopefully put the other person at ease. ]

I don't mind at all. Akechi-kun and I may be incurable city dwellers, but I've always appreciated the times I've been able to take a break in nature. Laying in the grass or a field of flowers is soothing. That's about where my outdoorsy aptitude ends, though! I once went on a camping retreat with my grad school cohort and managed to contract two different types of poison ivy and twist my ankle by day two.

[ A good-natured laugh at himself, a shrug as they climb their way up the hill. ]

What about you? I barely know anything about what your reality was like.

[It's midnight am do u know where ur local goro akechi is??? dw about it.]

Good evening.

Am I correct in assuming your gun isn't simply for show? If possible, I would like to request to borrow it for a short time. I won't leave the property.

[ Hot on the heels of this disaster, during breakfast hours, Vash will receive an unsolicited text from Maruki. ]

Akechi-kun wants to be sure you know that you're allowed to engage in intimate relations within your room of the castle.

Have a great day!

[ read 7:45 am

And layer, after avoiding both of them: ]

no thank you!

Great, we're in agreement!

We need to talk.

[ Nooooo Thank You. ]

Are you breaking up with me?

really???

well, how else am I supposed to take a cryptic text like that?

[ He is dodging. ]

[ Dammit, Vash. ]

if you don't want to know what I know about what happened to you
I can keep it to myself
but you should

can't run from yourself, Vash the Stampede

[ It takes Vash a day, maybe a little more, before he answers this. ]

Sorry.
I'm not sure I want to know.

[ He's not stupid, he could tell there were things on the other's minds before they left ]

I have some idea, though.
I caught on from the others a little.

[ Oh, they definitely know he's not stupid. ]

mm
I know you know some
but do you know you did it back home
and it had consequences

[ He hadn't really wanted to put two and two together.
He knew Roberto died. He knew there was more Meryl wanted to tell him.

He didn't want to hear it then.
But it makes sense. ]

Concequences.
I see.

[ He can already feel the way his stomach is trying to push into his throat. He doesn't want to know. ]

I'm still trying to understand it.
Maybe if I figure it out here, I can stop it from happening there.

it's easy to understand
it was all Knives

[ Not you. ]

your gate with whatever he did to you

[ All knives.
Something in his chest aches. ]

I'll talk to him. I'll figure it out. It doesn't have to happen however it happened before. Maybe it won't now that he's gone back from here.

whatever you tried the first time
it didn't work

maybe if he has memories from here
but I've seen someone from the network that doesn't even remember he's been here before

[ They pause for a moment. ]

somehow you grew a woman out of flowers
as large as Julai and three times as high

[ In addition to the dinner (a veritable feast of stir-fried vegetables of all kinds, tomato egg, beef and chicken skewers, more rice than anyone will know what to do with and a not insignificant amount of beer – all of it made in quantities great enough to feed the castle inhabitants, any guests Vash invites, and then some) and dessert (donuts, homemade – they're a little misshapen and some are slightly overcooked because Maruki's infinitely more of a cook than he is a baker, but they're tasty and made with love!) Vash will also receive a vintage book of constellations and their associated mythology and folklore, to supplement his stargazing. Maruki found it in the library during his week of forced rest and traded an untold number of shards to buy it from them outright, certain as he was of its proper home.

Inside the book is a simple, plain notecard:

Happy Birthday, Vash!

You've made this place a home to me.

To many more years of your happiness, in this reality or in any other.

Maruki ]

[Happy Birthday!! For both of their sakes, Akechi makes his own quiet contribution to the sentimental affair with a small bag left outside of Vash's door. Inside is a red journal, a nice pen and a note on the first blank page.

Happy Birthday.

You can use this for whatever you want, of course.

But perhaps your brother, or others, would like to read an account of your life someday - what's happened in this reality and prior. Journaling is often a healing, cathartic practice and he would get to know what you experienced in a format he enjoys.

Your life is valuable and worth transcribing.

Akechi.]

Hey.

Let's go out.

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NICHOLAS where r u goin with this...

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backdated birthday nonsense, idk;