Sep 21, 2023
Happy Wolfwood Wednesday.
Helping out with @crucifixedsin's bake sale.
"Help a poor orphan afford a bike."
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Happy Wolfwood Wednesday.
Helping out with @crucifixedsin's bake sale.
"Help a poor orphan afford a bike."
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— @crucifixedsin | [cont.]
Hurried hands make for busy work and quick dinner. At least, that’s what Vash tells himself as he can’t look back at Wolfwood when he hears him approach from behind. Much less when Vash’s soul momentarily leaves his body at the affections the undertaker gives him. He’s wholly embarrassed and perplexed by the yelp that leaves his lungs. Maybe he was a tad more touch starved than he thought.
“Eheh- mess? What mess? I don’t know what you mean, wanna elaborate on that?” Vash asks in a singsong voice, leaning into the touch while trying his damnedest to assemble the ingredients for their meal. Easy stuff, nothing fresh out here, just bringing life back to dehydrated food packs with whatever else he could scrounge. Usually, he liked to cook better meals when he could, this motel came with a kitchenette. Kettle included, what a treat! Although, if he truly has gotten himself into a mess, perhaps it’s for the best he isn’t wrapped up in chopping away at wilted produce.
Still, it’s fun to play along. Vash feigns ignorance, pretends to be blissfully unaware of his transgressions as he attentively heats the water. “Don’t you have work to do, Mr. Undertaker? Something, something, pocket change for cigs.”
A Sea Of Confusion [And I'll Keep You Up] \\@crucifixedsin\\
Movement was swift as he darted to the facility, cutting through the city without pause. Nicholas should have been ahead, but the sudden dark smear in the sky brought a fear in the veins of the devoted. Gold eyes had only seen such a horror once prior, not quite like this, but the crackling static of power had him on edge. Legs pumped without pause, eyes sharp as he ducked and dodged past each tangled mass of streets, striking soldiers of the twisted sect down as he went. Each drop of an Eye of Michael was met with the firm click of his heeled shoes as finally he broke through the maze into the heart of the chaos. Eyes snapped ahead, taking in everything within the breath of space he had. The blonde's hand was around the Undertaker's throat, tendrils of sea vine tying the man to the metal, tangling around his frame and dangled him over the open dock between them. Twisted lips curled as blue met gold. "You'll have to do. Let's see what matters more, friendship, or vengeance." the words are low from the blonde, special only for the human straining in his hold, turning to look at the other, eyes gleaming. "I sort of hope he lets you die." and with those words cast to the wolf, the Plant released both the weapon and the human. Golden eyes narrow against the smug stare of blue as time slowed, ticking by with the agonizingly slow beat of a human heart, lungs arching. He doesn't think, doesn't pause as heels dig into stone, throwing his body into a sprint towards the water where bubbles frothed at the surface. The occultist steadies his mind, taking a deep breath; And he plunged deep into the water, breaking the surface with force, golden eyes vibrant, gleaming within the depths as he cut through the chilled water. His only goal was steadily sinking, but determination didn't halt his actions, pushing on even as his scarred eye was revealed, glowing lines blooming on usually covered flesh. He reached out, fingers stretching only to snap around the wretched vines tying human flesh to the dead weight. He grunted out precious air, twisting with a force he hadn't meant to exert to try and halt the plunge into the unforgiving abyss. He prayed he made the right choice.
"it's okay, livio. I got him" he promised, relieved that nico allowed himself to be hugged. eriks slowly raises the boy into his arms before sitting down on the bed.
he wonders what got the boy so terrified but decides not to probe. if nico wanted to talk he probably would. and besides right now he seemed in no state to do so anyway.
this is probably not going to be the last nightmare they'd deal with. he stands up, nico still in his arms and turns on the lights in the room to make it look friendlier.
eriks wanders into the kitchen, humming softly as he sets out to prepare some hot milk for both boys - it's a bit complicated with holding one child and the other clinging to his leg but he manages. "you both wanna sleep in my bed tonight?" he offers in a quiet voice.
@crucifixedsin .
❛ Here’s my card in case the wedding goes with south. ❜
"THERE IS NO WEDDING!!! AN' IF THERE WAS I WOULDN'T CALL YOU!"
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Don’t question why the punisher is in a pink nun costume. He holds up a worse sparkly pink cowboy outfit
❛ I’m not going alone to the Barbie movie, Livio. I got ya a perfect outfit to match Spikes and I. ❜
Livio stood there -stunlocked- by the grotesque sight before him. How was he suppose to act when Nico was just standing there, being swallowed by some hot pink blobulous entity. And why, more importantly, in the hell was Nico holding up a skimpy outfit for HIM to wear.
Sigh. Of all the things in the world Nico could have given him.
" No. "
@crucifixedsin || this is the sole reason i did this honestly
"I need you to explain in clear, concise words why my brother is a babygirl. What the fuck does that even mean."
This time, he was not an audience member to witness a great tragedy play out across his dreamscape. No, Vash was seated front and center this time, wearing an unfamiliar coat against a stark sickly white background. On his right, the center star of this repeated nightmare. Wolfwood always looked older and gruff, the years that treated him with violence etched into his face. He was covered in blood again, drink in hand from a bottle too fuzzy to read the label on.
It was the smile on his face that broke him this time. These were not his hands, not his grief, not his tears, but it felt horrifyingly real. Vash could do nothing but watch and listen — to the request of Wolfwood to smile and his fading heartbeat. Vash felt as if his chest were about to cave in and collapse on itself, threatening to turn him inside out.
He couldn't move his body. Not when Wolfwood's heartbeat could no longer be heard and not when he could feel searing tears stream down his face.
The nightmare faded slowly. Vash wasn't sure when he regained consciousness, but he bolted upright the second he could feel his limbs again. The tears had been real, his face red and wet from the remnants. He’s at Wolfwood’s sleeping side in a split second before he shakes him awake, an uncharacteristic panic donned on his face. Never mind that the undertaker is clearly sleeping soundly before this. It wasn’t enough to break through to the plant.
“Wolfwood…! Wake up, wake up, wake-“ Vash said in a loud whisper, voice cracking. Every cell in his body fought him, but he couldn’t cease his actions. He had to see the other with open, moving eyes and a heartbeat he could hear.
— @crucifixedsin