( part of him is still reeling that they can finally have this again — the closeness, the open affection that he would never willingly seek out from anyone else, only vash — and an even more selfish part of him wants to keep it all for himself, hoard it and him well away from everything and everyone else, even if he's well aware that he can't.
he never learned how to share properly, all right? it's a learning experience.
but he's still soaking up all of that affection as though he might never get to have it again, tipping his own head to the side just so to allow the other's angle to shift, a soft hum that may as well be a purr filtering up from the back of his throat and losing itself in the minimal space between them. )
I never just say anything, Vash. You know that. ( a little bit of a dubious statement, to be sure, but he's standing by it. from this angle, it's far too easy to drop a line of soft, sweet, light kisses along the edge of the other's jaw, still nuzzling into him as a cat actively seeking attention might. )
a sacrifice i'm willing to make for the sake of my own consistency
he never learned how to share properly, all right? it's a learning experience.
but he's still soaking up all of that affection as though he might never get to have it again, tipping his own head to the side just so to allow the other's angle to shift, a soft hum that may as well be a purr filtering up from the back of his throat and losing itself in the minimal space between them. )
I never just say anything, Vash. You know that. ( a little bit of a dubious statement, to be sure, but he's standing by it. from this angle, it's far too easy to drop a line of soft, sweet, light kisses along the edge of the other's jaw, still nuzzling into him as a cat actively seeking attention might. )
Thank you for this.