it goes both ways, right, that glass, as much as wolfwood would insist otherwise. because for as much as he sees through vash, so too does vash see through him — past the blood and skin and sinew, all the way down to the core of him: the beating, traitorous heart that he can never quite successfully convince himself it doesn't exist. it cares too much too quickly, and a part of him hates that.
[ can he, really? because it might seem that just as wolfwood thinks he's seen right through him, vash goes and puts his foot in it, spinning away without a care or thought, the opaque, brainless smile plastered over his face as he plays it dumb; truth from the mouth of fools who know less than they pretend. ]
What'll you give if you can't catch me?
[ easy breezy, vash half sings the words as he carefully shifts to scramble back on his feet; crouching low upon the shadow of the roof, he'd be near invisible were it not for the red of his coat - though right now, the moons are half hidden behind clouds. wolfwood might need to work for his bet. ]
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it goes both ways, right, that glass, as much as wolfwood would insist otherwise. because for as much as he sees through vash, so too does vash see through him — past the blood and skin and sinew, all the way down to the core of him: the beating, traitorous heart that he can never quite successfully convince himself it doesn't exist. it cares too much too quickly, and a part of him hates that.
but never enough to really change it. ]
You wanna play a game of Marco Polo, then? Fine.
[ well. he has some idea of where he is. ]
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[ can he, really? because it might seem that just as wolfwood thinks he's seen right through him, vash goes and puts his foot in it, spinning away without a care or thought, the opaque, brainless smile plastered over his face as he plays it dumb; truth from the mouth of fools who know less than they pretend. ]
What'll you give if you can't catch me?
[ easy breezy, vash half sings the words as he carefully shifts to scramble back on his feet; crouching low upon the shadow of the roof, he'd be near invisible were it not for the red of his coat - though right now, the moons are half hidden behind clouds. wolfwood might need to work for his bet. ]