( 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.
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( 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. )