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[sgcmd]

*peaks in the infirmary* "Janet?" *smiles*

Janet looked up from her desk at the sound of Vash's voice. A wide smile grew across her face and she set down her pen, her voice welcoming. "Hello Vash. Come in." She gestured at the chair across the desk from her, leaning back. "Have a seat. Or are you on your way somewhere?"

[majorsamanthacarter]

(item meme:) *gives her a donut with a big, secretive smile* "There."

Carter looked from Vash to the donut. The donut seemed inoffensive, sugar icing starting to melt and run under the hot suns, and she turned it slightly to keep it from goobering on her boots as she looked back to Vash. "Thanks?" she said, her tone making the word into a question. "It's... not too often you share your donuts, Vash. What's the occasion?" She smiled at him, but was a little leery of the seeming strangeness of the situation.

[majorsamanthacarter]

FT!Vash didn't mean to see these words, but he did, and now he couldn't unsee them, however hard he tried. He just... couldn't stand there and do nothing about this, not when they struck such a sad chord in him. So he approached Carter, and, without hesitation, gathered her into a tight hug. "It wasn't your fault, I hid things from you and wanted to do it, remember?" He muttered. Then after some silence, "And sometimes, bad things happen, but it wasn't your fault. You didn't want that."

Carter wasn’t expecting this at all. She hadn’t meant for Vash to see that. The second Vash pulled her into the hug she stiffened, ashamed and feeling very vulnerable for revealing her regret, what she felt was her ugliness of a terrible decision that hurt him so badly. Then, when he spoke, she froze for a heartbeat before bursting helplessly into tears.

His murmured reassurances only made her cry harder, burying her face in his shoulder. In one way, it was amazing to be forgiven, to know that he didn’t blame her for that. In another, it only hurt worse, because she knew she’d never be able to take it back, to make it up to him, and yet he still forgave her, and wanted her to not feel bad about it. She hung on to him without self-consciousness, glad and hurting in equal measure in a dizzying blend of feelings. It took several minutes for her to stop crying, and when at last she did, she felt exhausted, but also lighter. She couldn't say it out loud, not right now, but her heart was shouting. Thank you, Vash. Thank you.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

Relationships page OFFICIALLY updated!

Finally got off my ass and finished updating Wolfwood's relationships page! Only adding people that have had a significant impact on him so far (or those in the Trigun canon), so if your muse isn't on here, then they likely just need to interact more, or I was a derp and forgot to add them.

Most of the ones on there have been changed, and many have been added, so let me know if any information is wrong, or if you think I missed you! :D

People who have been added/updated:

humanoidtyphoon

starhoppingtrigaters

merylstryfe

millythompsonlovespudding

sharingourtomorrows

gunghobaritone

raideioftheblade

dominiquecyclops

xmortua

phobosanomaly

nevergreenchapel

gasbacktheoutlaw

liviothedoublefang

xseto-kaibax

fuck-mothering-vampire-alucard

yourvictorianvampire

hewantstheleaf

majorsamanthacarter

[starhoppingtrigaters]

Hell an' Keller

Of course, Vash didn’t hear a single word of what Wolfwood told him.. The tears soon stopped, replaced by analytical determination. He suddenly realized just how silent everything really was around him. He had been able to hear himself talking.. Sort of. Not actually hearing himself, but rather feeling the vibration from his voice through his body. That wouldn’t help him understand anyone, though, but it explained why he hadn’t immediately noticed..

Everything really was silent… He’d never paid attention to how much he relied on his hearing before — and the last time he’d magically lost his hearing, he hadn’t really been in any mental state to worry about that… He looked at Wolfwood again. They really had to find a way to communicate… He gave a little sniffle, “Sorry about that.” Silence — of course — “So… You’re blind and I’m deaf..” He stated matter-of-factly. “How do we do this..?”

[nicholas-wolfwood]

He may not have been able to see Vash's face, but the silence following the slight sniffles told him the outlaw seemed to be calming down. Somewhat. His question though, brought a worried frown to Wolfwood's face. He... wasn't sure. The thought of passing notes for Vash crossed his mind, but he then realized the big problem that had on his side. He was a shit writer even when he could see the words in front of him. Fuck.

"I uh... I dunno." He shrugged helplessly, for Vash's benefit. "Yer the smart one." He knew the other couldn't hear him, but it was better than remaining quiet. The loss of his eyesight made every small background noise several times louder and even more conspicuous than before.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

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At some point all the boys (and Dominique) should just go have a big campfire, get drunk, and sing horrible kareoke to Midvalley's playing. This should be their theme song, I swear.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"Do it!"

29. My muse interrupts whatever yours is doing to sit on your muse’s lap

Vash was too damn busy lately, doing… whatever the hell he was doing with that giant metal ring. Whatever it was, it couldn’t be healthy to be spending so much time on it. He’d brushed off the various items the priest had tossed at his head, and barely responded to his questions about what the was so busy with. His actions were out of concern for his friend’s health! ….And maybe a little bit out of feeling ignored.

With a small huff, Wolfwood strode over to the blond outlaw, and plopped himself down into a seated position on his lap. Arms folded, legs crossed, and a stubborn set expression clearly stating he was not planning on moving any time soon.

[nicholas-wolfwood]

"I should have known it'd be you..."

10. My character pushes yours and yours lands wrong, breaking their neck. 

Wolfwood stumbled back, hand on his cheek where a rather nasty bruise was forming. He shot a glare at Vash, fist clenched.

"Why…?" Vash was shaking, eyes blazing furiously from behind his glasses. "Why did you kill them?!" It was the usual argument; he’d fired his gun to save Vash from his own stupidity, getting shot himself in the process, and in return Vash had struck him. Again.

Nicholas could feel fury boiling in his stomach at the unfairness of it all. 'You weren't paying attention, you idiot! They would have killed you! Killed both of us!! Would you rather have that?!'

"What don’t you understand?!" The priest was broken from his internal grumblings by Vash’s hands gripping his jacket and giving him a shake. Like He used to do. "You have no right to take the life of another! Do you even know how to do anything else?!"

He snapped.

"Shut the hell up!" With a snarl, he pushed his face close to the other’s, teeth bared and eyes wild. "No right?! No right to fuckin’ defend you? Or myself!?" Years of pent up frustrations, little paranoias, and raw hurt were finally released in one fell swoop. "Glad to see my life is ranked so low on yer list, under fuckin’ assholes like that! Or is it just ‘cause I’m replaceable? An extra? If I jus’ complied an’ let someone kill me, would you feel a thing at all?! Or would you be relieved?!”

Vash looked like he’d been slapped in the face. He opened his mouth, either to argue or apologize, but Wolfwood didn’t want to hear either. “Wolfwood-…”

“SHUT UP!!" Desperate for a release, a direction for the pain and screaming inside, he focused it all on Vash, shoving the blond away. Hard.

Too hard.

He’d heard the snap even before his brain registered what had happened. Vash fell. Vash hit the ground. He hit it wrong. It was wrong. His neck- it was wrong! He wasn’t moving. Vash wasn’t moving. Just lying there, face frozen in hurt. What happened? What had he done?!

"…Vash?" Wolfwood fell to his knees, raising a hand to touch the fallen outlaw, but flinched and drew back before his fingers made contact. He felt numb. Cold. He was growing cold again, sinking deeper, as though disappearing. He didn’t fight it this time.

"Spikey…"