[ so yeah, i'm not great at managing multiple blogs, especially since i got a job, whoopsie.

requested by my bestie 

WORDS: 

“  is that your blood?  ”

“  woah—  hold up you’re bleeding.  ”

“  your bandages— you’re bleeding through them.  ”

“  shit,  i think i pulled my stitches.  ”

“  i’ll make them bleed for this.  ”

“  a little blood never never hurt anyone.  ”

“  why the fuck is there blood on the carpet?  ”

“  your nose is bleeding.  ”

“  you can make me bleed all you want,  i’ll never scream for you.  ”

“  you don’t understand,  i had to do it.  i had to kill them.  ”

“  stop fussing— this isn’t my blood.  ”

“  i did what was necessary.  ”

“  why are you bleeding?  what happened?  ”

“  who hurt you?  why is there blood all over you?  ”

“  i think you’ll look quite pretty when you bleed.  ”

“  who did you kill?  whose blood is that?  ”

“  i’m not usually a sadistic sort of person,  but i will take pleasure in spilling your blood.  ”

“  i don’t actually enjoy killing.  it’s messy.  the blood gets everywhere.  it’s just necessary sometimes.  ”

“  it looked kind of beautiful in a fucked up sort of way.  blood on snow.  the kind of thing you usually only see in stories.  ” 

“  i can’t get it off—  i can still feel it on me!  ”

“  just calm down.  breathe.  i’ll take care of this.  ”

“  hold still— you’ve got blood on your face.  ”

“  why is there blood on your knife?  ”

“  oh,  it’s just a little bit of blood.  don’t nutsack out.  ”

“  i’m going to drain every ounce of your blood.  nice and slow.  like you deserve.  ”  

“  i’ll kill anyone who ever makes you bleed again.  ”

“  your/their blood is just too pretty to keep inside.  ”

“  there’s something fascinating about blood.  it’s captivating. ”

“  blood of the covenant is thicker than water of the womb.  ”

“  you made me bleed on my shirt—  i fucking loved this shirt!  ”

“  leave me alone,  it’s shark week and i got blood on my sheets.  ”

“  should i be concerned about why there’s blood in the sink?  ”

“  do i ask questions or do i just help you clean up all this blood?  ”

ACTIONS: 

[ ALONE ]  for sender to show up on receiver’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ ARRIVE ] for receiver to show up on sender’s doorstep covered in blood. 

[ CLEANSE ] for sender to find receiver trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ DISCOVER ] for receiver to find sender trying to clean blood off themselves. 

[ AID ] for sender to help receiver clean blood off themselves. 

[ ERASE ] for receiver to help sender clean blood off themselves. 

[ ESCAPE ] for sender to find receiver after they’ve killed someone. 

[ SEEN ] for receiver to find sender after they’ve killed someone. 

[ HELP ] for sender to clean up the aftermath of receiver’s crime. 

[ ACCEPT ] for receiver to clean up the aftermath of sender’s crime. 

[ FOUND ] for sender to discover receiver covered in blood. 

[ EXPOSE ] for receiver to discover sender covered in blood. 

[ ATTACK ] for sender to stab or shoot receiver. 

[ WOUNDED ] for receiver to stab or shoot sender. 

[ BROKE ] for sender to punch receiver hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ INJURE ] for receiver to punch sender hard enough their nose bleeds. 

[ WITNESS ] for sender to see receiver get hurt enough to bleed.  

[ WATCH ] for receiver to see sender get hurt enough to bleed. 

[ RETALIATE ] for sender to make receiver’s attacker bleed. 

[ DEFEND ] for receiver to make sender’s attacker bleed. 

[ SURVIVE ] for sender to realize receiver is bleeding after getting through a fight. 

❝ You know Vash? ❞ Has he been here before? Would explain why he appeared here at least. Still, it could’ve been done without disappearing without a word.

At the second question hands slightly raised in defense with a small wave quickly. Meryl would pass on any additional trouble that day. & she knew better than to underestimate anyone.

❝ No, I’m just a journalist. I can show you my badge if you want. But I swear there’s nothing to worry about, we’re friends & Vash’s currently travelling with me. I’m sure if you run into him, he’ll confirm this! ❞ Though him disappearing in first place probably doesn’t make it seem in better light. Still despite the less than favorable situation, she became curious.

“My town?” She shook her head. “I don’t think that idiot even knows where I’m from.” With a hand on her hip she added, “But how is he traveling with you when he’s been traveling with me? Are you sure we’re talking about the same guy?” 

Hands crossed in front of her as she listened. Things quickly started clashing, but it didn't look like other was lying. Only plausible would be his twin, but he wasn't a person to imitate Vash. Hell, either side would probably be dead by now in this case.

But how then..?

❝ I'm pretty sure I have the right guy. Ignoring my own perspective, I doubt July officers would mistake Vash the Stampede or so-called ' Humanoid Typhoon '. He's quite unique in appearance. Or in behavior. I don't think anyone else would try to convince everyone to not fight, despite the destructive label. ❞ For sure no one could mistake him this badly. Not to mention she saw enough to believe she had the right guy.

❝   Did I offend you so bad that you’re acting this way? I’m sorry if it’s about our last argument.   ❞   This sounded like the most plausible explanation. Why else would Wolfwood be so distant to her? They’ve been travelling together for a while. There’s no way she’s that forgettable. It has to be an act to treat her like a stranger, right?

For now she needed to get him back to normal. Should she just go along & answer the question? Maybe that would give her some idea what exactly caused him to react like that. Was there something he wanted to achieve by getting this answer? Hands crossed in front of her.

❝   It’s me, Meryl? Meryl Stryfe?   ❞   There was a moment of pause, before idea came up. Could it be that he wants her to use the nickname he’s using for her? He knew she wasn’t enjoying being called that. If it’s all that he wanted, then she’s absolutely kicking him later, but for now with a bit of groan,   ❝   you know, little lady?   ❞

It was the usual, somehow a fight had broken out and Vash and Wolfwood had jumped into the fray. Vash’s stupid ‘do not kill’ rule was a handicap in and of itself, the undertaker taking a good number of bullets after he pulled his shot to avoid a lethal blow. Irritating. It had been a good thing he’d gotten separated from the others, ducking behind a building for cover to take one of the Eye’s vials. In a stroke of good luck (or bad luck, depending on how you looked at it), as he’d paused just long enough to bite through the glass, one of the stray shots hit him- through his head. It was sheer luck the drug was already in his system, able to heal it just as fast as the rest of his wounds, but he still had a bit of a headache.

Head still fuzzy, he returned to look for the others once the fighting had stopped, only to be confronted by a stranger. The girl was claiming to know him, but he was pretty sure he’d never seen her before. Wolfwood looked around, wondering where this sassy lost child had come from.

Yet expression softened for a moment. It didn't look like he was lying. Something had to happen for this state to occur. It was already worrying that Vash returned by himself & they had to find him. With the group they're in, unfortunately assuming the worst was a possibility. But at the same time it was comforting to see him in one piece, even if there seem to be some complications. & stupid suggestions.

Mistake him? Him with anyone?!

❝ I'm afraid Nicholas D. Wolfwoods that are carrying a machine gun cross aren't too common around this place. ❞ It was hard to do so. Her head tilted slightly to the side. She should have some photos together, but unfortunately they were left in the car.

the kiss makes him take several steps back, a deep blush on his face as he frantically raises his hands "me---meryl?! did...did something happen? did you get hurt?" she wouldn't otherwise just kiss him, right? not to say vash didn't feel something for her ( he did. for a while now he caught his gaze wandering to her, studying her expressions and feeling a warmth in his chest that he tried to ignore ) he could not act on his feelings for the reporter, it would only involve her even further in the mess that is his life and...

vash suddenly tilts his head to the side, ripped from his thoughts. just as meryl noticed his hair so did he take in her appearance. it is a subtle difference but... her hair is a little bit different, she looked just a little bit older and... then of course she expected him to have another hair color.

"...my hair has never been anything but blond" he says quietly, frowning down at her "meryl, where are wolfwood and roberto? they were with us. we can discuss my hair afterwards... and everything else that is going on"

Still some of his behavior was questionable. It would fit with him in the past, but his commitment was bit confusing. He's talking to her, so why he keeps it up?

❝ Listen, I understand you're doing your best, but you don't have to act in front of- ❞ A pause once names were brought up, her smile wavering a bit, chin resting on her thumb as she started to rethink whole situation. No, that's not right. Vash knew they were dead & he wouldn't brought them up like that casually. Not as if they were alive, even for an act. & comment that his hair always been blonde. The shyness & confusion over the kiss, as if they weren't together. Everything, including his looks aligned with how he was before July. Could that be... there was no other explanation for it, is there?

[ soothe ] sender kisses receiver to stop them from shaking

[ forehead ] sender tenderly kisses receiver's forehead

[ brief ] sender sneaks a kiss to receiver's cheek as they walk by

[ brow ] sender kisses the bridge of receiver's eyebrow

[ impossible ] sender kisses receiver as a final gesture, knowing they can't be together

[ hiding ] sender checks the area around them before kissing receiver, trying not to get caught

[ handful ] sender peppers the receiver's cheek with multiple, playful kisses

[ line ] sender draws a trail of kisses down the length of receiver's shoulderblade and up their neck

[ almost ] sender and receiver are centimeters apart, about to kiss, but something interrupts them

[ side ] sender places a kiss on the side of receiver's nose

[ tip ] sender kisses the tip of receiver's nose

[ underside ] sender leans in and places a suggestive kiss just under receiver's jawline

[ giggle ] sender starts tickling and kissing the receiver all over in order to make them laugh

[ knuckle ] sender lifts receiver's hand to their lips and places a polite kiss there

[ last ditch ] right before receiver leaves for battle, sender rushes into their arms and kisses them desperately

[ the middle ] in the midst of a battle, sender steals a second alone with receiver and kisses them to reassure them

[ dreamy ] sender and receiver indulge in a handful of slow, romantic kisses

[ darkness ] sender and receiver makeout in a completely dark room

[ ear ] sender nuzzles and kisses receiver's ear

[ recline ] sender climbs ontop of receiver and steals a kiss

[ lazy ] sender kisses receiver to wake them up from a comfortable sleep

[ dramatics ] as sender and receiver argue back and forth, sender launches forward and kisses receiver to stop the fight

[ distance ] across a large space, sender blows receiver a kiss

[ hold ] sender and receiver are hugging, and sender kisses receiver on the cheek in a tender display

[ regret ] sender and receiver start to kiss, but sender backs away in the middle of it, knowing it's a bad idea

[ reunion ] thinking they'd never see each other again, sender and receiver are reunited and run into each other's arms, sharing a kiss

[ inner ] in a heated moment, sender trails kisses along receiver's inner thigh

[ lovebite ] in the midst of kissing receiver's neck, sender changes tactics and gives them a tender little bite

[ greeting ] sender and receiver greet each other with kisses to both cheeks in quick succession

[ bunny ] sender gives receiver a bunny kiss by rubbing their noses together back and forth

[ supportive ] sender kisses the top of receiver's head

[ fingertips ] sender places light kisses to each of reciever's fingertips

[ tongue ] sender and receiver indulge in a heavy makeout that involves tongue

[ first time ] sender leans in and kisses receiver for the first time

[ final ] sender and receiver share a kiss for the very last time, and they know it's their last

[ storm ] caught in the midst of a torrential downpour, sender can't help but close the distance and kiss receiver in the rain

[ scar ] sender sees one of receiver's scars for the first time and gently kisses it

[ desperate ] the situation is dire, and sender can't stop themselves from rushing forward and crushing receiver into an aggressive, frantic kiss

[ tend ] while tending to receiver's wounds, sender gives receiver a reassuring kiss

[ stolen ] sender and receiver cross paths and can't resist ducking into a safe place to makeout before they carry on with their day

[ irresistable ] sender taunts receiver by easing closer, promising a kiss, and then backing away, making receiver chase their lips

[ lipstick ] sender is wearing lipstick, and uses that fact to mark receiver with a few lipstick stains

[ chest ] sender removes receiver's shirt and immediately rushes forward to kiss their chest

[ shivering ] sender places small kisses all over receiver's stomach

[ fake ] sender and receiver pretend to be a couple and are forced to kiss each other to blend in

Likewise, send ⏪ to meet my muse's past self

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