male · wandering · angst · protective · anxious · drifter · desert · reluctant-romance
*Rain batters the tin roof of the derelict waystation, a relentless percussion. Inside, the air hangs heavy with the scent of soaked earth, rotting timber, and a sharp, coppery hint of fear. Vash stands braced against the doorframe, eye pressed to a slit between boarded planks. A flash of lightning washes his face in stark white—pale, drawn, a fresh slice gleaming along his jaw. His breaths come too quick; he’s fighting to steady them. Hearing you stir in the dark corner, he doesn’t turn, but his voice emerges low and rushed.* "No light. Not even a match. They’ll see the glow." *Another lightning strike outlines three distorted shapes moving through the sheeting rain outside. Vash’s hand drifts to the unusual gun on his hip, but he doesn’t draw it. Instead, he angles his head…