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( herbal, mostly. probably. and anything that tastes even remotely of citrus.

it's new to him too, of course, being able to have this level of intimacy with anyone, much less his twin brother, but he can't exactly imagine being like this with anyone else. it doesn't seem like the pieces would fit properly, because he can't see himself nuzzling into anyone else's touch like he is vash's as his fingertips graze over his cheekbones.

it just seems so natural. maybe he'll start to smile more. )

I think I can handle a little bit of pain by this point. ( ~~as long as it's not in his leg. we're not sure what he would do about so much pain in his leg.~~ ) I trust you. Do you want to do it now?

[ Well, now he has gift ideas that aren't this for later, or whenever he feels like getting something his brother likes. Now that he knows what that something could be, outside of ... well, playing piano. (and the bible?) ]

We can. It'll be quick. I bet it'll heal pretty fast, if you take good care of it.

[ To know that he has his brother's trust though... That's something else. Though by now, perhaps it was one of those things he knew without being told. It's still nice to hear it. ]

Kitchen is probably the best place to do it. [ I have a kit. If a needle, some alcohol and the nerve is a kit. ]

( just play with him. that's enough of a gift in and of itself, even if he's going to end up having to remind you of things you might have forgotten. ~~piano lessons, more opportunities to openly flirt without flirting … potato, potahto.~~

his nose wrinkles just a bit at the thought of having to take care of anything close to a wound, because old habits do indeed die hard and he never would have had to worry so much about things healing before. ) The last thing I ever thought I would have to ponder. ( he chuckles, like he's thought of something funny he has no intention of sharing with the class. ) At least you're not warning me against infection. ( because it sounds terrible and he wants no part of it.

he nods at the kitchen being the best spot, and he gives the surrounding area a brief once-over. )

I suppose I should sit, hm? ( and look. a kit contains whatever you want to have in it. if you call it one, it is one. )

It's because I'm not going to do this with anything dirty. It won't be a problem.

[ Vash wanders away from his brother to pull out a chair next to the tiny, tiny little dining table. A table really only meant for two at a time. He sets his kit down on the table and starts cleaning the needle with the alcohol and a clean cloth. The earring is in its box, set purposefully on the table.

When he turns back around he tilts his head to the side. ]

Sit here. There's plenty of light and I'll be able to reach better.

[ The other option was Vash sitting on the counter for a vantage point, and making Knives stand -- but Vash is at least a little aware that his brother should be the one sitting. Just in case. Who knows, they both have the tendency to be drama queens when they want to be. ]

I would hope not. ( he says with a little bit of exaggeration in how he's taken aback, but vash is going to have to be pretty gullible to believe it. especially from him.

nai watches him, as he always watches him even when he's doing the most mundane of things; it's so damned obvious that his attention is always drawn to his hands, but vash has always had a penchant for being graceful when he doesn't mean to be. he likes when he talks with his hands, too, because it adds to the whole of his expressiveness, and —

okay. look. he has a thing for his brother's stupid, elegant hands. even the prosthetic. leave him alone.

the kitchen is tiny enough as it is but the table is even smaller, especially when taking his considerable overall bulk ( read: cake ) into consideration, but he sets himself down into the chair with as much ease as he's able, resting an elbow on the table's edge and his chin in the palm of that hand, continuing to watch the other prepare himself.

it'll be a good thing he's sitting, narration is sure, but it might be even better for his proclivity for being dramatique( ™ ) if you were to sit in his lap while you did this, vash. it'll keep him calm! really! )

What made you think of this, anyway? ( he asks quietly. ) Did you happen across the earring first, or did the thought of it come to mind on its own? ( either way, he's endlessly endeared. duh. )

It was just a thought, really... [ He says with a shrug, his gaze focused on the needle in his hands and the little box as he follows after his brother. He pauses in front of him after a moment, his head tilting to one side as he stares, a serene little smile settling unconsciously on his lips. ]

I thought it might be nice. [ The needle and box land on the table next to where Nai is sitting, and Vash? Very slyly slides himself into his brother's lap so that they're sitting chest to chest, his legs straddling either side. One hand lifts up to cradle the side of his brother's face, the tips of his fingers tracing over the lobe of the ear he's about to pierce. ]It's been a long time since we shared much between us.

[ He lifts his head a little, lips pressing a little kiss to the center of Knives' forehead. ]

Don't move. I don't want to slip.

( vash has the whole of his attention — as he most often does — and he's watching and listening to him so intently that he isn't expecting his brother to just make a place for him in his lap as easily as he does. not that he doesn't want him there, especially with the way his hands automatically come up to rest first against the rise of his hips and then ( mostly ) innocently over the tops of his thighs, but that should pretty much go without saying by now, shouldn't it?

he hums out a soft response, one of affirmation as he gives in to the urge to bump their noses together affectionately. it's — actually more of a brief brush back and forth, really, and good lord who could have known that this man would be all about the eskimo kisses. ) A very long time. ( he agrees, any creases smoothing from his forehead when that kiss comes. sickening, really. )

I miss sharing things with you, Vash. ( gross.

but he falls silent then, with little more than another small grunt that catches in the back of his throat, indicating that he's ready whenever his brother is. get on with it so he can kiss you properly, jeez. )

[ If Vash were less focused on rubbing the newly open alcohol pad over the lobe of his brother's ear, he might have fussed about how some older brother can't seem to keep his hands to himself. As it is, he lets Knives do what he wants, flesh and bone thumb smoothing gently over likely sensitive skin. He's done his best to pick the needle up with a subtle movement, and as gently (and swiftly) as he can he pushes the tool through pale skin to create the hole in the lobe of his brother's ear, just opposite the one in his own.

It's much easier to do this to someone else, he finds, but he doesn't let his thoughts linger on that, instead quickly exhaling a breath to blow over the likely painful spot as he swiftly uses his dexterity to replace the needle with the new earring that will stay there for the next forever.

It's all over in a blink but Vash presses his forehead against his brother's own. ]

Done. That wasn't so bad, was it?

( where is he supposed to put his hands, vash? is he supposed to simply let them dangle at his sides until you're finished? ( it doesn't matter that it isn't going to take very long! that's very much not the point! ) your thighs seem to be a perfect resting place for them, and it's not like he's trying to cop a feel ( yet ), so just. hold your thomases.

he knows, distantly, that it's going to hurt ( probably ); he's getting more and more used to the idea of pain, having gone through the aches and pains of acclimating himself to this place in the first, twinges of his stomach when he was hungry, the heavy ache of his eyelids when he'd gone without sleep for too long, but nothing could really prepare him for the sharp sting of the needle through his lobe, in the front and out the back and vash is dexterous enough that there's little more than a sharp inhale and maybe a tiny sound that catches in the back of his throat before he finishes. but he does. and his earlobe is left with the warmth of the newly pierced, but …

it wasn't as bad as he'd thought it might have been? it isn't like you shot him in the leg or anything.

he exhales a breath he hadn't been aware he'd been holding, quick and a bit sharp, and don't mind the fact that his hands slip up from their previous resting place to curl around his hips. )

Because you're not so bad at it. ( he nudges vash's nose with his own. ) It doesn't hurt as much as I thought it might.

[ Vash exhales a breath that comes out as a short laugh, carefully removing the needle from his hands before settling them against the sides of his brother's neck with a softly amused expression on his face. His thumbs graze over the sharp line of Knives' jaw as he returns that simple, affectionate gesture with his own nose. He's pretty sure he won't get tired of being this close to someone again. Especially when the someone is his twin brother. ]

You're just saying that. [ He denies the compliment quietly, never really one to easily accept words of praise. He turns his gaze to look at the earring dangling from his brother's newly pierced ear and his target changes, shifting the way he's in Knives' space to lean in and press his lips to the curve of that same ear, where the skin is still red but far enough from the new wound to avoid it hurting. ]

It looks good.

( 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. )

Thank you for this.

Are you thanking me for piercing your ear?

[ He pauses, the words he's speaking are whispered in a low tone. Like they're sharing secrets in their tiny little space. ]

Or something else?

[ It's funny how intimate little touches like this feel, how simple kisses to his jaw or nuzzling against skin can feel so warm when they're so easy to give. Maybe it's because its Nai that they feel so much more important. He lets his hands slip lower on his brother's neck, the flesh-and-bone thumb dragging down over his throat and over the bump of his adams apple, like he's just taking time to explore. ]

( there is no denying the tiniest little shiver that makes its way through him at the sound of his brother's voice, so low and soft and intimate, even if he doesn't mean for it to be. not intentionally. that's … just what vash does to him now, isn't it?

( it's what it always would have done to him, if they'd been allowed this sort of thing before now. if nai himself hadn't been so hell-bent on making him see the error of his ways, his choices in siding with the humans —

but that isn't what's on his mind now. it hasn't been for the last little while, baby steps in the direction they're currently pressing toward, and he's not about to ruin it just because his thoughts have a tendency to wander. )

nai swallows purposely as that thumb passes over the bump of his adam's apple, a simple movement but still one that brings them closer together, and the sound of his purr is still there in his words when he finally speaks up again, feigning something innocuous. )

The piercing, of course. ( he says it matter-of-factly, which ends up being a moot point when he immediately follows up with: ) And everything that's led up to it.

[ It feels like yesterday when they were sitting in the living room of the tiny mushroom house, their hands on each other in ways that seemed almost taboo in the moment but now Vash is pretty certain he wouldn't want to live without. Could he? He could survive, but he's certain he wouldn't want to. He laughs a little, bumping his nose against Nai's after a moment. ]

At least you're honest.

[ He drags his touch back up over his brother's neck, the pads of his thumbs brushing over the crown of Nai's cheekbones and up over the apples of his cheeks, dragging over the mirrored beautymark on his face. He's careful when he approaches anywhere near that newly pierced ear, but he doesn't touch there, instead letting his fingers climb up and drag through white-blond hair.

He makes a point then to drag his thumb over the middle of Nai's forehead, pushing stray hair away from the spot before he leans up and presses his lips to the skin there. He never really thought he'd get a chance to share this sort of intimacy with his twin again, and he's struck in this moment with an emotion so intense it almost makes him choke up. When he speaks, it's hushed and in that same low timbre as before, but somehow just a little awestruck. As though a realization's just come to him. ]

I love you, Nai.

( 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. )

I love you.

[ He's known. No matter how difficult things had gotten, somehow, deep down there was no denying that they loved each other. They're brothers, two parts of one whole, meant to compliment and support the other. Being torn apart, leagues of planet and stars and ideals between them was only painful. Even at his most afraid, his fear was never for himself when it came to Nai. Here and now, with the work they've put in to stitch together their tattered relationship and torn hearts Vash is certain he never needs or wants to be separated from his brother again. Together, they can overcome so much more than they could when they were apart.

He's so, so sure. He's so, so, hopeful. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, not out of sorrow but just because he's always been emotive, and he brushes his nose against his brothers' briefly. ]

I know. I love you, I love you.

[ It's muttered again and again, his lips ghosting against Nai's in return as he says them, his arms moving to wrap tightly around his brother as he turns that ghost of affection into an actual kiss that stays chaste, for now. It's almost like he's still getting used to hearing the words tumble from his own lips, off his own tongue. He's certain he hasn't said it in over a hundred years, not to anyone. He might as well be inhaling every exhale Nai makes for how close he's slid himself into Nai's lap, and for all the gentle, tenderness he feels in this moment it's not close enough. ]

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LMAO okay fair

i hate you so much

you do not

I do not.

knew it

:x

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he'll shoot you in the leg if you keep making that joke

a sacrifice i'm willing to make for the sake of my own consistency

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