[ vash laces their fingers together and it grounds him, keeps the panic welling up in his chest from spiraling out of control - because he is panicking, he can feel it. he feels vulnerable with his feelings laid bare like this, he feels like the heavens themselves will strike him down for daring to utter them. he feels like the earth beneath their feet will just open up and swallow him whole.
he feels... relived.
despite the storm of panic, he is relieved that they are off his chest. that he has said the words to one of the two who have wormed their way into his heart so damn effortlessly. because he loves vash, and he loves nick, and he wants nothing more than to keep them as close as humanly possible to him for the rest of their goddamn lives. ]
Yeah, yeah... [ he breathes out a loud and shaky breath, resting his forehead against vash's. ] I'm trying. It's hard but I don't think I need to tell you that.
[ for a moment he simply stands there with his eyes closed, taking in the warmth of vash's hand against his own. taking in the sounds of everything around them, the sound of vash's breath, and the smell that is pure vash the stampede; an earthy smell, tinged with gun oil, and a faint sweetness. ]
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he feels... relived.
despite the storm of panic, he is relieved that they are off his chest. that he has said the words to one of the two who have wormed their way into his heart so damn effortlessly. because he loves vash, and he loves nick, and he wants nothing more than to keep them as close as humanly possible to him for the rest of their goddamn lives. ]
Yeah, yeah... [ he breathes out a loud and shaky breath, resting his forehead against vash's. ] I'm trying. It's hard but I don't think I need to tell you that.
[ for a moment he simply stands there with his eyes closed, taking in the warmth of vash's hand against his own. taking in the sounds of everything around them, the sound of vash's breath, and the smell that is pure vash the stampede; an earthy smell, tinged with gun oil, and a faint sweetness. ]
Shit, I wanna kiss you so badly right now.