Tongari,“ he said, at last. "Just what are you hoping to accomplish?”
Vash pressed his forehead into his knees. His eyes felt hot, stinging. He had never voiced the longing out loud. He had barely allowed himself to think it. But it had grown in him, like a seed in the darkness, quietly sending out roots, until now, just now, one pale tendril cracked the surface and came into the light.
“I want to bring you back,” Vash said. “I want to try, and if I can’t do it… I’ll let you go.”
Silence, at the edge of the orchard. Even the bees seemed to pause in their labors.
“Vash.” Wolfwood’s voice was thick with some uncertain emotion.
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A Trimax page for @tenshinokorin‘s absolutely incredible post-Trimax fic Black is the Color. I can’t count how many scenes from this fic I wish I could draw, but I started thumbing this out before I even finished reading. If you’ve read Trimax in its entirety and need a good balm for your soul, please give this a read and all the love <3
