[ It's a complicated kind of love, when you're terrified of and for someone in the same breath and trying to do right by your ideals. Knives is his brother, of course he loved him. Their relationship here had grown, settled roots and flourished her in Visium but when Vash returned home it was like none of that had happened for either of them.
It was just anger and pain and the inability to understand each other. Vash still remembers saying he couldn't even recognize his brother anymore. There's a startled sqawk as they flop back onto the bed, and for a moment Vash tenses.
Vash so very rarely takes anything for himself. He lies there still, frozen as a rock as he tries to focus on his breathing, but there's a rustle of cloth and sheets and a moment later he's curled into Dolph, his face buried into his neck as his too-long limbs tangle and grasp for what he can find, spikey hair mussed and pressed out of the way as he tries to drown against the first anchor he's felt since...
he couldn't put a time frame on it if he tried. It's not until he's hidden against Dolph that he finally feels his face grow wet. ]
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It was just anger and pain and the inability to understand each other. Vash still remembers saying he couldn't even recognize his brother anymore. There's a startled sqawk as they flop back onto the bed, and for a moment Vash tenses.
Vash so very rarely takes anything for himself. He lies there still, frozen as a rock as he tries to focus on his breathing, but there's a rustle of cloth and sheets and a moment later he's curled into Dolph, his face buried into his neck as his too-long limbs tangle and grasp for what he can find, spikey hair mussed and pressed out of the way as he tries to drown against the first anchor he's felt since...
he couldn't put a time frame on it if he tried. It's not until he's hidden against Dolph that he finally feels his face grow wet. ]
It's all my fault.