( being able to lay his hands on his brother as he had that very first time, it may not have been so long ago but now that he's had it, it's going to feel like he's missing something if they have to go too long without it; that softness, that closeness, that yearning. it isn't something he wants to have to live without, either.
he nuzzles back, like a cat seeking out affection, even if his grin is just this side of sheepish. ) I try to be.
(honest, especially with everything that includes vash in it; his brother has helped him feel at home here, feel safe even without the powers granted to him by being an independent, and he thinks, perhaps not for the first time … that it might not be so bad if they never found a way back to him. he could exist, like this, as long as vash is by his side.
he soaks up the attention vash lays down on him like flower petals chasing a sunbeam to soak up its warmth, a low sound of the utmost contentment filtering up from the very back of his throat; in this moment, it's almost as if nothing had ever changed between them. they were still vash and nai, two halves of the same whole, finally coming back together as they were meant to.
i love you, nai.
he almost chokes on a sound that doesn't have a name, no words to put to it to describe the sensation that thrums through him at three simple words; i love you, like the past century and a half hadn't happened, i love you like the clench of a fist around his heart that squeezes and takes the breath right out of him. i love you, like it was always meant to be.
there's a wetness pricking at the corners of his eyes when he speaks up again, but he ignores it. )
I have only ever loved you, Vash. (my vash. my vash.) More than anything. ( he pauses, and then those three words are given back to his brother brushed along the seam of his mouth, soft and reverent. )
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he nuzzles back, like a cat seeking out affection, even if his grin is just this side of sheepish. ) I try to be.
( honest, especially with everything that includes vash in it; his brother has helped him feel at home here, feel safe even without the powers granted to him by being an independent, and he thinks, perhaps not for the first time … that it might not be so bad if they never found a way back to him. he could exist, like this, as long as vash is by his side.
he soaks up the attention vash lays down on him like flower petals chasing a sunbeam to soak up its warmth, a low sound of the utmost contentment filtering up from the very back of his throat; in this moment, it's almost as if nothing had ever changed between them. they were still vash and nai, two halves of the same whole, finally coming back together as they were meant to.
i love you, nai.
he almost chokes on a sound that doesn't have a name, no words to put to it to describe the sensation that thrums through him at three simple words; i love you, like the past century and a half hadn't happened, i love you like the clench of a fist around his heart that squeezes and takes the breath right out of him. i love you, like it was always meant to be.
there's a wetness pricking at the corners of his eyes when he speaks up again, but he ignores it. )
I have only ever loved you, Vash. ( my vash. my vash. ) More than anything. ( he pauses, and then those three words are given back to his brother brushed along the seam of his mouth, soft and reverent. )
I love you.