#halcyon-mind

[goldendivinewrath]

@halcyon--mind [From here, for Tumblr formatting is still... itself.]

"O-oh, no! You don't have t--" It's not that the woman herself makes him nervous, not really. It's a little of the situation that gets the slightest sliver of an instant where his muscles lock up and he knows he might be driven to jerk back and create distance at the very least--

But he also knows the reason she's acting so quickly, crowding and touching and doing so with confidence, without even having seen evidence of that reason initially. Doctor, medic, help; Vash isn't sure why it feels so obvious seemingly long before the familiar sights are laid out before him, but it hardly matters when the tension unwinds. Not that it makes him any better a patient. "You really don't have to waste all that on me, I'll be fine--"

Okay, even he thinks he sounds like he's lying and he's not. It's just that she did see everything, apparently, and he's well aware that most of the time the decisions he makes and the things he does tend to seem... illogical. Yeah, that's a good word for it.

Okay, stupid, that's probably the more appropriate word; especially when the wince at the pressure on the wound can't possibly be helped. He hisses as quietly as he can through his teeth. Much as he can definitely say he's been through worse, pain is pain, no matter how well-meaning and delicate the hand. A good bedside manner helps, though. Along with intention.

He's tempted to argue that he'll be fine again, he really is. But at that point... "Thanks. I appreciate it." Well, there were benefits to less scarring, weren't there? "Ha, a little embarrassing that anyone saw all that, honestly..."

[goldendivinewrath]

@halcyon--mind liked for a thing!

"Hey, so. Here's a weird question." Starting off great. "There's a philosophy to healing, isn't there? I mean-- I know it's science. What to do and not to do, how to treat wounds so they'll heal from experience and observation and all that." Humans have been learning for some time, even if they'd had to do a little re-learning after technology became... well, more lost.

"Sometimes they still don't though. Heal, I mean." Vash hears a little shake in his own voice, trying to push it aside. "And sometimes people go against what they're supposed to do, or what's commonly considered the right things, or the best things, and they heal anyway."

It didn't always seem fair. It usually doesn't seem fair, but he's not trying to debate a known fact. "I guess I just wonder how much will, or tenacity, play a part is all." He smiles some, stiff but there, not entirely certain where he was going with the thought in the first place. That wasn't really a question, after all. And not one he completely expects an answer to.

[reusignus]

(runs, trips and falls into your inbox) i  didn't  have  the  heart  to  wake  you.

x. | @halcyon--mind catches you :3

Vash stirs on the couch, her gentle voice softening the grogginess he feels. The familiar ache in his lower back twinges from laying down for too long. The couch was comfortable despite the heat, and he’s grateful for the rest.

He sits up and tries to hide a yawn ( and his plant canines ) with the back of his gloved hand. “You’re too kind to me, but golly did I need that. Thanks for letting me crash. I wasn’t out for too long, was I?” Vash cranes his neck toward a light source, but it’s difficult to tell whether it’s dawn or dusk.

It takes a bit for him to feel fully awake, and even when five minutes passes, Vash’s eyes are still blinking bleariness away. Traveling by foot is normal for him, but in recent years he’s opted for anything with wheels or Thomas power over his own two feet. The desert heat takes more of a toll on him now than it did a hundred years ago. Heh, he feels his age as he stands and his back pops loudly. He rubs at his nose out of embarrassment. “I swear I’m fine this time, just old.”

[goldendivinewrath]

...

"....Would you like my notes?" She's here to hopefully keep him from 1. getting eaten or 2. getting obliterated by powerful Pokemon.

He perks up a little, but it's a response very carefully held back out of caution. "Are they? thorough? Like... really thorough? Are there illustrations or charts?" He probably doesn't need any of that! Certainly not at the level he's asking about!

But he also probably really does and maybe it's very very important. "Are there at least really clear dos and don'ts? The don'ts would be most important, probably. Essential, even." Vash hints. Hints hard. Probably does a lot more than just hints, but he's trying to be confident or competent or... any of those things. Even while being aware he's already failed several times over.

"And a list of things I can per without dying. I think that would be nice, too."

[goldendivinewrath]

this calls for a song.

Final Fantasy VII Remake Prompts | accepting but slowww

"Maybe we can get a decent radio signal out here..." He knows he can volunteer to sing, technically. It doesn't necessarily matter how good or bad that turns out, and it can always be a silly thing, but he--

He doesn't really want to. Not singing in earshot of anyone else, anyway.

"Oh hey, have you ever come across-- Well, there are different kinds, I guess. Ways to store music. A lot of them are disks! There might be cassettes, but those would be really rare and expensive and probably--"

Probably didn't survive. Collections of old, priceless things which would probably be useless now anyway.

Vash clears his throat and tries to maintain a pleasant expression. "Ha, ignore me, I just... I pick up a lot of useless trivia."

[reusignus]

— @halcyon--mind

< edge of seventeen by Stevie nicks >

The clouds never expect it when it rains

But the sea changes colours

But the sea does not change

So with the slow, graceful flow of age

I went forth with an age old desire to please

On the edge of seventeen

Just like the white winged dove

Sings a song, sounds like she's singing

I said ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh

Just like the white winged dove

Sings a song, sounds like she's singing

I said ooh, baby, ooh, said ooh

|| not all the lyrics fit, and I’m injecting a bit of meta into it bc my vash doesn’t know about Mona’s past or singing yet, but this definitely fits how he’d see her and the feeling of the song match’s the feeling vash gets from Mona. Something about understanding grief and finding companionship in loss.