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Tana-baa-ta

WHO: everyone!
WHERE: the pasture
WHEN: day 22, all day

[the morning of day 22 begins with a light drizzle, as has been typical for the past few days. but despite the damp weather, a playlist of music also echoes across the pasture, luring you towards the center!]

[there, you will find that someone has planted a large bamboo tree, which is surrounded by wooden tables that are covered with colorful slips of paper and pens. a colorful sign, decorated with random doodles of stars, clouds, suns, and other fun shapes, contains a set of instructions:]

WELCOME TO TANABATA!

WRITE A WISH ON A PIECE OF PAPER AND TIE IT TO THE BAMBOO TREE.

HAVE FUN!

[the music and the bamboo wishing tree are a great start to the festival, but other people have been hard at work to make this a day to remember, right?]

[it's time to celebrate Tana-baa-ta!]

((FEEL FREE TO MAKE YOUR OWN TOP LEVELS IN THIS POST AS WELL! I made a few to get things going, but you should all run wild and free and thread to your heart's content ♥))

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[ Hm.

Charon may have had a point. They might be stupid!

Doesn't matter right at this moment, though, because throwing your gun on the floor is one of the greatest possible compliments in No Man's Land language, and the desperate desire for this to not turn to fucking sand beneath his fingers is mutual. He shifts his hands to hold Wolfwood's face, exactly how he had in the dream. ]

[CHARON'S THE STUPID ONE!

and the hands on his face, just like in the dream, actually makes him want to cry about it a little. mostly just out of sheer frustration because the dream had been nice, he wanted that--but also it was missing things, and he'd spent most of the day thinking it was just him and now it makes sense but it's exactly why he wasn't going to say anything--!

still doesn't stop him from shoving Vash toward a wall, not breaking the kiss, because fuck it fuck him he's not going to half-ass this.]

[ Maybe,,,,, he should have checked to make sure Blood Fiend wasn't home FIRST. But it's probably fine. He's surely hightailed it outta here by now.

Vash doesn't fight the shove, in that way where he's really good at letting himself be man-handled, distantly registering that he doesn't mind and may actually be into that shit a little.

Well. Whatever.

Vash fully intends on kissing him until one or both of them has to surrender and breathe. ]

[ he WAS home but he BAILED as soon as he sensed you fucks approaching. keep him out of your weird love triangle, thanks. and also clean up any mess you make. ]

[probably going to be Wolfwood needing air first, damn human lungs, though he's real stubborn about it and doesn't even pull back that far. in fact, pressing in closer even as he's catching his breath, holding on tightly where's he's got a grip on Vash.]

You're so... fuckin'--drivin' me insane...!

[shit, Spikey... ya hold back too much.]

Yeah . . . yeah, I know.

[ It sounds kind of like he's laughing but also like he might cry at any moment. Precarious. ]

I'm not sorry.

Bastard.

[it's a little strained and torn more than heated, but in fact, he does manhandle Vash a bit more, pushing and shaking him a little like he's so close to throttling the idiot man]

What did I fuckin' say durin' that bar ritual?!

[ pls, you'll give him shaken stupid baby syndrome ]

I-- I don't know? We both said a lot of things.

[is he mad? is he upset? is he just so overwhelmed that he has no idea how to show anything of the emotions he's actually feelings so he just defaults to what he's used to? MYSTERY UNLESS THAT FEATHER'S HELPING HIM OUT.]

I said, don't half-ass it.

[ The feather is not doing shit to help at all lmao ]

Is that what you think I've been doing?

I don't know. Ya never say shit and I'm always havin' to be the one pushin' even when I know ya hate it! Ya think I like always bein' the asshole?!

[he can say this and yet he knows damn well Vash knows he doesn't. he was the one who called him out on that in the first place, goddamn.]

[ His mouth does a funny thing, like maybe he didn't like that statement but also knows he has no ground to argue, either. ]

I was never gonna push you on something like this.

Having you alive and well was always . . . enough.

[already feeling like he shouldn't have said a damned thing, just a little bit, but then he's just butting his forehead against Vash's--a little hard, at least enough to sting for sure.]

Dumbass. Ya wouldn't have dreams like that if it was enough.

[ HE DOESN'T EVEN BITCH, though he does scrunch his face a little bit. Turns out having Wolfwood close is worth some bumps and bruises. ]

Figured that was just -- me being a selfish asshole.

So what if you're bein' a selfish asshole?

For God's sake, everyone else is!

[WE ARE LITERALLY IN HERE TALKING ABOUT THIS BECAUSE SOMEONE WAS BEING A SELFISH ASSHOLE]

[ "I'm not everyone else," he is too smart to actually say out loud. ]

That's rarely a good reason to do something . . .

[good call because ways to get Wolfwood yelling at you about your exceptionalism-in-self-loathing]

What, and ya think makin' me answer questions about what that asshole had to say isn't you bein' a selfish asshole?

Idiot.

I told you that I told him not to push this when ya clearly have some hang ups about this kinda shit! And it ain't like I don't know the shit I've done doesn't contribute to it! That's why I wasn't gonna yet...

[YOU'RE BOTH JERKFACES, ACTUALLY. WOLFWOOD'S SO TIRED. HE'S BEEN WORKING SO HARD, YOU ASSHOLES.]

[ Hm.

,,, Well ]

"Yet"?

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Ya can keep yer hopeless romantic "just yourself is enough", but I ain't that much an idiot.

I wasn't, I'm not, but I was working on it, you fuckin' assholes.

[finally, the internalized frustration and annoyance spilling out like it should be spiteful but instead it's exasperation and brutal honesty.]

[ Puts a finger to Wolfwood's lips to shush him. ]

Styx.

You are enough.

[ THE TONE DOES NOT BROACH ARGUMENT EVEN IF WOLFWOOD IS RLY GONNA WANT TO ]

[doesn't say anything, but look in his eye is clearly not one of believing. not entirely, anyway.]

[ BITCH.

The feather around his wrist tightens.

And he gets fucking blasted with Vash's adoration for him. His gratitude. His relief at having him back, strong enough to make the knees weak even secondhand. His admiration. His respect. Lets the attraction through too, just to fully body Wolfwood to the ground while he's at it. ]

[OH MY GOD, USE YOUR WORDS, VASH THE STAMPEDE.

that said, Wolfwood is not prepared. not at all. and it's a good thing he does have such a strong grip on Vash right now because he does just lose all sense of up or down and legs do kind of buckle under the weight and he's having to really lean on Vash through it.

sometimes you got as far as "you're the dead loved one" and "vash might actually want to bang you" but somehow underestimated a lot of that, too. oops.]

[ Supporting Wolfwood when he buckles, but there's definitely a "then perish" air about him, in general.

The emotional flood stops as quickly as it came, at least.

With not-fucking-around finality: ]

You are enough.

[what did he even do to get attacked (re: loved) like this today?!

he's not arguing this time, and there's not doubt. just a lot of helpless confusion.]

--how was I s'posed to know?!

[blurts it out even though Vash literally said it once already but it does feel like if he had know, before, he wouldn't have fucked up as badly as he did at the end of it]

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