[Every time Vash smiles like that, Ain gets kicked in the ass with the overwhelming need to protect that smile. It's a sacred fucking look, okay, and the man has religious tendencies. He wants to preserve it. To see it all the time. Especially, especially when it's aimed at him.
Then, Vash puts his jacket over Ain's shoulders, and like he did last time he snuggles up into it even though it doesn't fit too well with his wings, which he lets hang out awkwardly underneath the fabric. It is warm. Warm and soft and somehow still carries Vash's scent all over it, and Ain has to try — has to really, really try — to suppress his impulses here. He wants to kiss this man so bad.]
...yeah.
[He's not blushing shut up, shut up!! His face is NOT the same red as this jacket and he's not weirdly quiet on the way home just because his stomach is doing flips. The moths are back. The moths in his stomach are back and he's dying. Cardiac arrest symptoms are happening, he feels hot under the collar, this is a bad look.
They get back to the inn, and Ain is still feeling. like. he's sort of floating, but he's not floating. He'd know if he was floating and he's not so what the fuck is going on. Did he accidentally cast a spell? No, no, that's not it. What the fuck. Why is his heart doing, like, thumpthumps right now. Put some thumpthumps back you don't need all those.
...
The second, literally the second Vash either sits down or is just fully in the room standing there with nothing in his hands, whichever comes first, Ain throws caution to the wind and kisses him stupid because it's all he knows how to do. There are no words, there are just warm lips interlocking and a soft, pleased sigh.
He cannot make it all day without kissing Vash again, please, he thinks he'll actually die if he has to go that long.]
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Then, Vash puts his jacket over Ain's shoulders, and like he did last time he snuggles up into it even though it doesn't fit too well with his wings, which he lets hang out awkwardly underneath the fabric. It is warm. Warm and soft and somehow still carries Vash's scent all over it, and Ain has to try — has to really, really try — to suppress his impulses here. He wants to kiss this man so bad.]
...yeah.
[He's not blushing shut up, shut up!! His face is NOT the same red as this jacket and he's not weirdly quiet on the way home just because his stomach is doing flips. The moths are back. The moths in his stomach are back and he's dying. Cardiac arrest symptoms are happening, he feels hot under the collar, this is a bad look.
They get back to the inn, and Ain is still feeling. like. he's sort of floating, but he's not floating. He'd know if he was floating and he's not so what the fuck is going on. Did he accidentally cast a spell? No, no, that's not it. What the fuck. Why is his heart doing, like, thumpthumps right now. Put some thumpthumps back you don't need all those.
...
The second, literally the second Vash either sits down or is just fully in the room standing there with nothing in his hands, whichever comes first, Ain throws caution to the wind and kisses him stupid because it's all he knows how to do. There are no words, there are just warm lips interlocking and a soft, pleased sigh.
He cannot make it all day without kissing Vash again, please, he thinks he'll actually die if he has to go that long.]