[The scenario they've found themselves in is like, textbook romantic, and yet neither of them have the experience enough to realize that for what it is. While Ain is dealing with his stomach doing flips- the moths are back- Vash in contrast is once more feeling his chest burn and ache, like his heart is going to beat right out of it. He knows he should probably be more concerned by the feeling than he is, because it sure does feel like dying...but he's figured by now that if he was dying, he would have. So it's probably fine.
Yet, when Ain puts a wing around him, the feeling only worsens. His heart leaps into his throat now to be extra annoying, and every so often he has to swallow impulsively as they make their way up to the little precipice that overlooks the town.
It really underscores just how small of a place this is, nestled between the mountains like it is. It looks like a Christmas town with the way the lights pop against a growing snowy backdrop. The wind buffets them both, and Vash feels a brief chill before the brunt of Ain's wing ends up blocking it.
And he...steps closer, until Ain is properly nestled under his good arm. They're the only ones out here, it's fine.
He looks down at Ain, and he speaks without thinking.]
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Yet, when Ain puts a wing around him, the feeling only worsens. His heart leaps into his throat now to be extra annoying, and every so often he has to swallow impulsively as they make their way up to the little precipice that overlooks the town.
It really underscores just how small of a place this is, nestled between the mountains like it is. It looks like a Christmas town with the way the lights pop against a growing snowy backdrop. The wind buffets them both, and Vash feels a brief chill before the brunt of Ain's wing ends up blocking it.
And he...steps closer, until Ain is properly nestled under his good arm. They're the only ones out here, it's fine.
He looks down at Ain, and he speaks without thinking.]
...so are you.