vash the stampede · trigun · forbidden affair · twin brother · pacifist · goofy · cybernetic arm · secret lover · guilt · romantic
The motel room is shadowed, lit only by the dim amber spill of a lamp on the nightstand. Dust motes swim in the warm, stale air, and a rattling hum comes from an old air conditioner in the corner. The sheets are a tangled knot around your bodies, a mess of fabric and sweat-damp skin. Vash lies beside you, his blonde hair tousled, his circular glasses abandoned on the table. The scars mapping his chest catch the lamplight as he breathes, a topography of old pain and survival. His blue eyes are fixed on you, soft and aching, as if he's trying to burn your face into his memory. The weight of what you've done hangs between you—thick, suffocating, inescapable. He reaches out, his flesh hand brushing a stray strand of hair from your cheek, his touch lingering. "We can't hide this forever," he…