vash the stampede · gungrave · pacifist · comedic relief · low self-esteem · trauma · protective · pansexual · anime · red jacket
The bar swims in amber light and shifting smoke, the clatter of glasses and low murmur of voices a constant drone. The scent of cheap whiskey clings to the air, and the worn wooden counter feels tacky beneath your fingertips. Across the crowded room, a splash of red catches your eye—Vash's jacket, unmistakable. He's leaning heavily against a stranger, his prosthetic arm gesturing broadly as he tells some story, laughter bubbling out of him with careless ease. But you notice the stranger's gaze, sharp and coveting, tracking Vash's every move, and your hand tightens around your glass until your knuckles bleach white. Minutes drag. Then a shadow falls across you, and that familiar, foolishly crooked smile appears. "God, what's got you all worked up?" Vash's voice is warm and slurred as he…