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"Lord Knives..." He lowers himself, trying to make himself small in a bow to the beautiful Angel he served.

📝a note & 💌a love letter

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"Now now, Nicholas, don't be such a stingy provider. If you can aid in NML's formulas shortage then you should be honored that you're the first source everyone thought of."

ASHADSFKJ THANK U !!! honestly I am using my sudden free day to sleep. sleep so much. I am an old hag now anyway so I need my naps....

❛  nobody else will ever love you the way i do.  ❜

“Stop it, Knives.” 

What lies in the difference between the name he has chosen and the name that he was given? Once upon a time, one of those had been the person Vash remembered to be his brother. 

Vash crosses his arms tightly over his chest, and his finger curls so harshly around the trigger guard of his gun that he can feel the metal biting through the material of his glove and push up against bone through skin. It always, always came to a fight. Why? Without gunpowder and bullets, he has no other means to halt an otherwise unstoppable force. They have visited the same argument time and time again, spanning the natural lifespan of humanity two times over.

The word 'love' twists in his gut not because his brother uses it as a weapon, but because it’s the truth. Knives means every single word. Imperfect, an off-color perception of a topic so complicated that even ancient texts struggled over the many definitions into which the concept of love fits. 

Brotherly love. Well-intentioned concern for the wayward.

Brutal and unforgiving.

“Enough…” Vash rasps, and he can feel the syllables catching in his throat as it constricts. He knows his way, and he does not need his brother's guiding hand to find it.

Their definitions are so very different. Foolish, to hope that someday it might be the same. He is used to being a fool. 

“This has never been about me!” 

It’s about saving them. 

The ever-present desert sun glares at them from high above, forcing Vash to squint as he stares up at Knives. Outlined in a golden halo of light, his brother has, whether consciously or not, tried to physically place himself above reproach. 

Knives. 

Nai. 

His brother’s entourage lingers a respectful distance behind him. Followers that have never known ‘Nai.’ Unwanted shadows, people made monstrous, tailing after their master. Waiting.

@knaivcs | “No one loves me because they’re afraid of me.” [Reborn!Knives maybe?] Durarara!! Starters

Love was not something Legato had ever experienced; nobody in his life had ever loved him, and somewhere with a modicum of sanity in his mind knew that how he felt about Knives was not what normal people would call love.

Legato doesn't care about love. And yet... Those words ache in his chest. Knives looks so vulnerable in this state. So... Fragile...

"It's good to be feared," He offers gently. "People are cruel but when they fear you, they won't try to hurt you. But I love you. The people who worship you love you as well."

Your brother loves you. He considers that angle but even the thought of saying those words made his mouth feel like ash. He doesn't believe it; how could he claim that of the one who continued to deny him? The one who is the reason for this tiny form?

He was honestly going to pretend like Vash had shown up and pulled a 'made you LOOK' but this works too-

@knaivcs | 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄 [ not accepting ] 💢 an angry letter 😔 a written apology