( it's knives who should be apologizing, not vash. not by a long shot; all the things he's done since he'd crashed the ships, all the bloodshed and heartache and everything he tells himself he's done for the sake of bringing them back together, of making vash understand that they should never have been separated in the first place.
the boundaries, the lines they're crossing are those upheld by humans, he thinks. he understands that siblings don't generally share this kind of closeness, this kind of intimacy but he can't very well deny that it feels good, that it feels right holding his brother in his arms like this, as close as they've ever been with the beat of his heart mirrored by vash's own. it feels like this is the only way it should ever be between them, no space left for jesus for anything but the undeniable pull that makes them both into magnets.
pulled into each other's orbit.
vash raises his head to look at him again, eyes bright, wide, open and innocent and nai wants to kiss his eyelids, the highest points of his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. he wants to kiss his everything, he thinks, and it still wouldn't be enough. )
I'm sorry, too. (for the last hundred years.
the plants, your stupid humans, all of it.
i just wanted you with me.
he raises one hand to smooth the pad of his thumb over his brother's bottom lip, leaning in to place another tentative kiss against the line of his mouth. soft, searching. asking for permission. )
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the boundaries, the lines they're crossing are those upheld by humans, he thinks. he understands that siblings don't generally share this kind of closeness, this kind of intimacy but he can't very well deny that it feels good, that it feels right holding his brother in his arms like this, as close as they've ever been with the beat of his heart mirrored by vash's own. it feels like this is the only way it should ever be between them, no space
left for jesusfor anything but the undeniable pull that makes them both into magnets.pulled into each other's orbit.
vash raises his head to look at him again, eyes bright, wide, open and innocent and nai wants to kiss his eyelids, the highest points of his cheekbones, the bridge of his nose. he wants to kiss his everything, he thinks, and it still wouldn't be enough. )
I'm sorry, too. ( for the last hundred years.
the plants, your stupid humans, all of it.
i just wanted you with me.
he raises one hand to smooth the pad of his thumb over his brother's bottom lip, leaning in to place another tentative kiss against the line of his mouth. soft, searching. asking for permission. )