#devils-messenger

Quickly, Connor began to tear the rags he was wearing and began to tie off his arm to stop the bleeding before putting his arm in a makeshift sling. He then hoisted the man up, being careful as to not hurt him too badly. He cradled Luu in his arms as he turned to head out of the building.

Find Knives or Vash.

Those were Luu’s instructions. He would go and find Vash. He didn’t trust Knives at all. He also didn’t need the man to know how close their relationship had gotten. He didn’t want anyone to think Luu was no longer useful. So Vash it was, someone else he didn’t want to know about this relationship. 

But it couldn’t be helped. A quick scan and his knowledge of the plant life forms gave him an indication as to where Vash was. So Connor took off, pushing his systems as he went running for the location of Vash. He had to make it. He needed Vash! 

The second he ran into that town, he was yelling. “VASH!” he was frantic, the android seemingly in a panic, “VASH! I NEED YOUR HELP!” People turned, they stared. A homeless looking man was carrying an older injured one and shouting like a mad man. It was quite the scene. 

“If you’re tired Nick, you should go get some sleep”

It wasn’t but mere moments after his shy and stammering retort that a massive ball of steel and of other scraps of metal welded and haphazardly smashed together came careening through the shabby house, knocking everything down into splinters upon impact. 

“Maybe they only keep abducting you because they really like your personality!”

[ ⸸ ] – "God damn, it’s hotter than Palamecia...”

He stops for a moment to wipe at his brow, spear in hand and his back weighing heavily with the little belongings he did have. Trying to find a place to get away from the horrific memories and start anew certainly wasn’t easy, but why the fuck did that searching bring him to an absolute wasteland?!

As if he wasn’t already sick of the desert.

How he kept running into Vash was a mystery...though it could have been that he was drawn to the mans scent subconsciously. This was not that scent however. This was hot. It punched him in the libido. It sizzled in his nose and forced him to dig nails into his palms to keep the growl down.

“Actually, i was just thinkin about ya. Funny how that shit works sometimes.” That was not actually why he was there, he had no reason to be there. Now, however; he had every reason to stay with the man. “Look at ya, yer so tired yer passin out on your feet. Let’s get you to bed...”