[ they had all been pretty stressed with barely a moment to actually stop and breathe. even now, with vash up and walking around, it doesn't feel like they have any time to stop. this is where they should be relaxing, even celebrating vash's return to them healthy and whole, yet there is a stormcloud hanging heavily over their heads. a cloud filled to the brim with vash's fear of losing wolfwood to the vials all over again. a fear that bleeds so easily through their connected hands and settles deep into dante's marrow.
he's not far from where dante thought he would be, sticking out like a sore thumb against the white that litters the cottage. with each step they take closer dante's stomach starts to knot with dread, as if what should be a happier reunion of the three of them is destined to turn as bitter and cold as the weather around them. he pushes it aside, of course, tries to swallow it down with the same fear he can feel leeching through the warmth of vash's hand in his own.
it'll be fine. this whole thing? talking to wolfwood about the vials? it'll turn out fine in the end. it has too.
it is the sound of snow crunching underfoot that heralds their arrival before dante breaks the silence with a simple; ] Hey Nick, look who I found wandering around.
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[ they had all been pretty stressed with barely a moment to actually stop and breathe. even now, with vash up and walking around, it doesn't feel like they have any time to stop. this is where they should be relaxing, even celebrating vash's return to them healthy and whole, yet there is a stormcloud hanging heavily over their heads. a cloud filled to the brim with vash's fear of losing wolfwood to the vials all over again. a fear that bleeds so easily through their connected hands and settles deep into dante's marrow.
he's not far from where dante thought he would be, sticking out like a sore thumb against the white that litters the cottage. with each step they take closer dante's stomach starts to knot with dread, as if what should be a happier reunion of the three of them is destined to turn as bitter and cold as the weather around them. he pushes it aside, of course, tries to swallow it down with the same fear he can feel leeching through the warmth of vash's hand in his own.
it'll be fine. this whole thing? talking to wolfwood about the vials? it'll turn out fine in the end. it has too.
it is the sound of snow crunching underfoot that heralds their arrival before dante breaks the silence with a simple; ] Hey Nick, look who I found wandering around.
[ time to brace himself. ]