Sorry to pester you, I was wondering - are you planning on doing a restock of your Trigun charms and stickers? :3
no worries! I might restock the charms within the next drop or two but maybe not the Halloween stickers until fall time again! best place for merch updates is would be my twitter btw :3 ty for ur interest!
Hi!!! I really love your ace attorney clue fanart, and was wondering if I could use its lineart as a tattoo? Specifically the thinker statue and the coldkiller x bottle. I've always wanted to get an AA tattoo that was subtle and I thought that your design was banger đđ
They've danced together before. Silly things, drunken stumbling that could barely pass for the act. An excuse to be close, to touch, to pretend it was all fun and games and not years of touch starvation clawing their chests to pieces.
This is different. This is intimate. Close. Chests flush, Wolfwood's chin resting on Vash's shoulder as he buries his face in the crook of his neck. Swaying slowly to the last running broadcast they could pick up so far out in the desert.
Vash doesn't particularly know how to waltz. He's seen it in old movies he barely remembers. And he's fairly certain it wouldn't have been part of Wolfwood's training and upbringing. So they're working blind, as they are in most parts of this new territory of their relationship. (Even calling it that alone is, in its own way, new territory.)
The song cuts out, signal trailing off to static, and they keep swaying a moment before Wolfwood speaks. Vash listens but he refuses to raise his head from the spot it's cradled in against the other man's pulse point. His own thoughts slowly fizzle, wrapped in the soft hum of radio fuzz.
âI think we lost the signal,â Wolfwood murmurs, making no move to pull away and fiddle with the radio in spite of this.
Vash hums a soft âMhmâ in reply, fingers gripping at Wolfwoodâs hand a little tighter. The buzzing almost-silence carries on for a moment longer before he properly replies. âCan we stay like this for a while?â
Wolfwoodâs hand, the one not laced together with Vashâs and posed next to them in their waltz, slides down to wrap around his waist. Drawing him in just that extra bit closer. Heâs warm, warm enough that Vash can focus on the evening hum of the planet buzzing around them. Distant stars sing quietly in his ear, across distances he can never crossâand would never, not when home is right where he is.
âWeâve got time,â Wolfwood tells him, shifting to press a kiss to the side of his head. Trying to hide the gesture from the stars themselvesâsomething just for Vash to have from him.
They do have time, finally. Vash relaxes against him and feels Wolfwood support his weight easily. Like drifting, like floating, like flyingâŠ
âJust donât fall asleep on me,â Vash hums, teasing, as he focuses on the dull thrum of Wolfwoodâs heartbeat. The subtle sounds of his breathing. The static buzz of his body. Wrapped in the sounds of the radioâs fuzz it feels even warmer, somehow.
âMmh,â Wolfwood just keeps swaying with him, squeezing the arm around his middle just a little tighter. âNo promisesâŠâ
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