sheep_game | Tana-baa-ta

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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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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]

[ YOU WALKED INTO ~~BLOOD FIEND'S~~ VASH THE STAMPEDE'S HOUSE AND SAID YOU'RE NOT ENOUGH WITH YOUR OWN FUCKING MOUTH

He doesn't answer directly, grip just tightening on Wolfwood a little. ]

. . . Sorry.

[ He is actually ]

[OK BUT HE DOES THAT ALL THE TIME??? maybe not to Vash's face, ok you got him there.

and if his gun was still near, he'd be tempted to threaten to shoot Vash for all the "sorry"s but instead he makes another vaguely frustrated and annoyed noise, almost a growl and just.

pulling at Vash's collar so he can kiss him again. fuck.]

[ Good plan! Much better plan than shooting him or yelling at him or whatever else Wolfwood always does. Clearly that has only ever gotten them so far.

And if Vash's grip tightens on him like the sad, pitiful man he is, well. He's earned it at least a little, at this point. ]

[he's earned it a little, and the kiss isn't as demanding as the earlier one but probably no less fraught with the emotions. it's not quite soft and gentle, instead more firm, solid, definitely present in the moment.

Wolfwood lets go the grip not on Vash's collar to put that hand to his face, this being more gentle even with his hands being more on the calloused side of rough.]

[ Vash, meanwhile, is . . . less bold than he was in his ideal imagined scenario, where every hangup and problem was conveniently set aside or resolved. This is, for better or worse, real life. And things are different.

But one thing is the same: handling Wolfwood like he's something precious beyond measure or description, with hands and lips both. ]

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