( rip that poor honey bun, wherever it ended up once they'd stopped their fumbling and rolling about.
he is a bit calmer, now, much more so than he had been before, and it may have a little bit to do with vash's weight bearing down on him; like a weighted blanket, almost, a comforting thing that might remind him of when they were much, much younger and would curl up together while rem read them a story before bed.
well. before vash turned in. and nai had watched him sleep, sometimes, when they were that young. because a part of him had wondered what it felt like — and now that he has no choice but to find out, that part of him has filtered back to the surface, willing him to take that chance to find out.
there's a small sound that catches just behind his teeth when the affection of his brother's hands in his hair stops — it's a whine, really, but he'll deny any and all allegations to as much — and he follows it with a sigh. something knowing, but just a bit melancholy. )
There's nothing that exists that can break the bond of blood, little brother. ( vash might have reeled himself in with his open affection, but nai lifts a hand to stroke long fingers over the curve of his cheek, the bridge of his nose, the arch of an eyebrow. ) But I do appreciate the sentiment.
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he is a bit calmer, now, much more so than he had been before, and it may have a little bit to do with vash's weight bearing down on him; like a weighted blanket, almost, a comforting thing that might remind him of when they were much, much younger and would curl up together while rem read them a story before bed.
well. before vash turned in. and nai had watched him sleep, sometimes, when they were that young. because a part of him had wondered what it felt like — and now that he has no choice but to find out, that part of him has filtered back to the surface, willing him to take that chance to find out.
there's a small sound that catches just behind his teeth when the affection of his brother's hands in his hair stops — it's a whine, really, but he'll deny any and all allegations to as much — and he follows it with a sigh. something knowing, but just a bit melancholy. )
There's nothing that exists that can break the bond of blood, little brother. ( vash might have reeled himself in with his open affection, but nai lifts a hand to stroke long fingers over the curve of his cheek, the bridge of his nose, the arch of an eyebrow. ) But I do appreciate the sentiment.