meme from @wolfcross :[ tears ] your muse wiping away mine’s tears . - for Meryl
She'd been hoping it'd be discreet when the tears finally start falling, at least have a modicum of privacy. It's not clear what makes them start... they come with the sunrise on their back, and a glance back towards the smoking horizon.
Roberto. Vash. July. Meryl's too numb to say she feels grief, but she's crying anyway. Stranded in a desert with no vehicle, a two-chambered peashooter and. Wolfwood.
Maybe she owed him her life. That didn't mean she wanted him to see this. That she trusted him to care.
So his attention makes her flinch, pulling her face away from his hands.
"What are you playing at?"













