[ vash knows he ought to let go. let go of the crucifix, let go of this growing attachment to wolfwood. it's too late, though. the words are already gone, the chance to let this slip away before either of them get hurt is gone. ]
Not sure I know how to do that.
[ he grins coyly at wolfwood, slips the crucifix up over his head and then slips it around his own. it falls against vash's chest and he presses a quick kiss to wolfwood's mouth before standing up, offering a hand down to him. ]
[ they both should. wolfwood's attachment has gone beyond the parameters of his contract and in the end, it'll just be worse for the both of them. he knows this without a doubt. he also knows that he's stubborn and always done what he wants, regardless of the consequences, for better or for worse. he's got his teeth in it now; knowing better and doing better are always mutually exclusive.
so he lets vash take the crucifix, watches the way the cross settles against his sternum as if it'd always meant to be there. maybe it was. he grips vash's hand and pulls himself upright, dropping a kiss to his knuckles. ]
[ vash stretches and cracks his neck a bit before he grabs the rusted metal ladder and starts to climb down, wolfwood's cross swinging from his neck. he's surefooted and his descent his smooth. he offers to help with the punisher, gets about the response he expected, and then hops down onto the ground when he finally reaches it.
he waits for wolfwood to reach the bottom, grabs his waist and presses his chin to his shoulder. ] I meant what I said earlier, you know.
[ he's too shy to say it again, or too cowardly - maybe it's enough he got it out once, even if it wasn't a proper confession. he knows wolfwood knows, and that's enough. ] So, c'mon. Take me home and put me to bed, hm?
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Not sure I know how to do that.
[ he grins coyly at wolfwood, slips the crucifix up over his head and then slips it around his own. it falls against vash's chest and he presses a quick kiss to wolfwood's mouth before standing up, offering a hand down to him. ]
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so he lets vash take the crucifix, watches the way the cross settles against his sternum as if it'd always meant to be there. maybe it was. he grips vash's hand and pulls himself upright, dropping a kiss to his knuckles. ]
Guess I'm stuck with you.
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[ vash stretches and cracks his neck a bit before he grabs the rusted metal ladder and starts to climb down, wolfwood's cross swinging from his neck. he's surefooted and his descent his smooth. he offers to help with the punisher, gets about the response he expected, and then hops down onto the ground when he finally reaches it.
he waits for wolfwood to reach the bottom, grabs his waist and presses his chin to his shoulder. ] I meant what I said earlier, you know.
[ he's too shy to say it again, or too cowardly - maybe it's enough he got it out once, even if it wasn't a proper confession. he knows wolfwood knows, and that's enough. ] So, c'mon. Take me home and put me to bed, hm?