#post trimax

Req 3

when wolfwood wakes up from a dreamless sleep, the sun is hitting his eyes. he waits for the sound of yelling, shots being fired, doors opening and slamming, the sound of a huge daunting ship approaching above them, and maybe—just maybe—the sound of a heavy jacket being put on and boots walking further and further away. there was nothing for a good solid twenty minutes before he realized nothing was happening. at least not yet. he kinda just starts feeling around the bed, himself, eventually landing on vash who’s sleeping soundly. the last time he’s ever seen vash sleep that calmly before was back at home. wolfwood just stares at him in awe before nudging the space between vash’s eyebrows. he groans and flips over which gives wolfwood a better view of his now stark-black hair, almost matching his own. vash won’t tell him what happened, not yet, but he guesses nothing good. the twisted feeling that had begun to rise in his stomach felt familiar and comfortable, but then he heard vash softly snoring and the feeling slowly diminished.

he spent the rest of that morning playing with vash’s hair and listening to him snore until he was able to fall back sleep.

when vash wakes up, he stares. he stares for hours until wolfwood wakes up. he can’t find it in him to cry but he isn’t smiling either. he feels numb, thoughts of imminent death and danger running amok. it takes a minute for vash’s brain to catch up with the present, taking in the sunbeam coming through the window, the feel of the soft blanket covering him up to his neck, the cards strewn across the table from the game he and wolfwood played last night—