[ It's a statement of awe, but the lopsided grin that flickers over his lips is definitely a little more shit-eating than he means to let slip. As if that wasn't enough one of his prosthetic fingers is lifted to trace over the shell of Nai's ear, over the pale and blushed skin, following the color over Nai's cheek. He's certainly taking his time to point it out, taking any new opportunity to be playful in a way he's not been able to be since they were children.
And oh, its so easy to sink right back into heated kisses that increasingly leave him breathless, the beat of his heart racing in a way that he's only recently, rarely, experienced. But then— ]
Wait. [ A wave of panic rises from his stomach, washing out the warmth that had been tentatively swirling there moments before. It pulls Vash out of the most recent kiss, his own cheeks dusted red even though his expression is now an alarmed grimace. ]
...You don't want to. [ Fingers twitch at Nai's shoulder for a moment before they move, his hand flicking down to tug at the hem of his shirt. He sinks back down, the first step in retreating as he turns his head away, the angle of it making it hard to see where he's looking thanks to the weird semi-reflective properties of his glasses.] I'm not...
[ He spares a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes at his brother, his perfect, pale, ideal example of what an Independent can be. There's not a single scar, wound, patch of marred skin that Vash regrets, but he knows what they look like. He's seen the reaction people have had to his body the rare instances that he's let someone see. But Nai? Maybe it's better if he never sees, better if it's left as an uncomfortable partial unknown. ]
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[ It's a statement of awe, but the lopsided grin that flickers over his lips is definitely a little more shit-eating than he means to let slip. As if that wasn't enough one of his prosthetic fingers is lifted to trace over the shell of Nai's ear, over the pale and blushed skin, following the color over Nai's cheek. He's certainly taking his time to point it out, taking any new opportunity to be playful in a way he's not been able to be since they were children.
And oh, its so easy to sink right back into heated kisses that increasingly leave him breathless, the beat of his heart racing in a way that he's only recently, rarely, experienced. But then— ]
Wait. [ A wave of panic rises from his stomach, washing out the warmth that had been tentatively swirling there moments before. It pulls Vash out of the most recent kiss, his own cheeks dusted red even though his expression is now an alarmed grimace. ]
...You don't want to. [ Fingers twitch at Nai's shoulder for a moment before they move, his hand flicking down to tug at the hem of his shirt. He sinks back down, the first step in retreating as he turns his head away, the angle of it making it hard to see where he's looking thanks to the weird semi-reflective properties of his glasses.] I'm not...
[ He spares a quick glance out of the corner of his eyes at his brother, his perfect, pale, ideal example of what an Independent can be. There's not a single scar, wound, patch of marred skin that Vash regrets, but he knows what they look like. He's seen the reaction people have had to his body the rare instances that he's let someone see. But Nai? Maybe it's better if he never sees, better if it's left as an uncomfortable partial unknown. ]