[This hurts in a way Vash doesn’t know how to articulate. The sound Ain makes makes him want to cry, and for a moment he can’t speak. They stand there in one another’s’ space, and though the urge to wrap his arms around Ain is near overwhelming, Vash bites it back. For some reason, in this moment, it feels…inappropriate, maybe. Never mind he’s till feeling that sensation, this burn in his chest every time Ain meets his gaze.
It feels like he’s dying every time.
He exhales a quick breath, brushing his thumb over the back of Ain’s hand. He’s never told Ain that he’s voluntarily left people he loves, just to protect them. Him being there is what got Rem killed. What got Rollo killed. Tonis, maimed. And Nickolas…
He doesn’t tell Ain that he left his previous pet. He left him, afraid that he would eventually be caught in the crossfire. Or, perhaps, he’s just trying to convince himself it was a one sided deal, so as to make it hurt less.
To this day, Vash refuses to believe what the narrative seemed to imply that day. The day Nick sold him out.
Vash closes his eyes, again silent for a long time.]
I won’t go far, Ain. I promise.
[He knows it’s a lie, even as he says it. Even as he reaches up with his prosthetic to brush Ain’s hair from his eyes.]
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It feels like he’s dying every time.
He exhales a quick breath, brushing his thumb over the back of Ain’s hand. He’s never told Ain that he’s voluntarily left people he loves, just to protect them. Him being there is what got Rem killed. What got Rollo killed. Tonis, maimed. And Nickolas…
He doesn’t tell Ain that he left his previous pet. He left him, afraid that he would eventually be caught in the crossfire. Or, perhaps, he’s just trying to convince himself it was a one sided deal, so as to make it hurt less.
To this day, Vash refuses to believe what the narrative seemed to imply that day. The day Nick sold him out.
Vash closes his eyes, again silent for a long time.]
I won’t go far, Ain. I promise.
[He knows it’s a lie, even as he says it. Even as he reaches up with his prosthetic to brush Ain’s hair from his eyes.]
Don’t worry, okay? Frowning doesn’t suit you.