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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[ 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. ]

[dreams really are way more convenient in just being able to push everything to the side, the sand and grit not having to gunk up all of the moving parts. Wolfwood eases off the kiss for a moment, not pushing them to gasping for breath right now.

he pulls back enough so he's able to look Vash in the eye, voice quiet and low as if making sure only Vash can hear him even when there's no one else around,]

You're not gonna break me--'cause you're you and I'm workin' on makin' damn sure I'm sturdy enough to take whatever ya can throw if that happens.

[things he's been working on... he lets his thumb run along Vash's cheekbone, still watch him.]

Same thing the other way. I already did enough damage, I've seen a lot of your scars, and I don't wanna add too much more to 'em. So I'm not gonna push ya further than you'll allow for, either. Got it? So ya gotta clue me in, alright? I don't care how.

[ don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry for once in ur life don't FUCKING cry ]

[ Tips his head so he can hide his face in Wolfwood's shoulder instead. Acceptable solution found. ]

. . . Alright.

[not easy to disguise when a guy's hiding his face against your shoulder: the exhale of a relief when in fact there is acceptance and not a rejection or something DID NOT KNOW HOW THAT WAS GONNA GO, ACTUALLY.

but hand going from Vash's face to the back to his head to just. hairpet. he guesses. live with Perci and pick up habits, probably.]

Good.

[ What kind of monster would he have to be to not crumble in the face of that much of an earnest statement????

But he relaxes a little himself, leaning into the touch like someone would if they were, say, touch-starved for a century. It's fine. ]

[it's something Vash allows for and also something Wolfwood can do very easily and therefore ideal in this moment specifically, so he's just going to keep that up while he. calms down. from all the emotions.

though the emotions about Charon are still plenty hot, he's still pretty pissed about that, actually.

he doesn't say anything for a long moment, just letting them both settle a little, but then,]

... shit, this really is pretty fucked up, right? Getting set up like that...

[ Grumbles a little, not shifting away or moving at all. Shit is really pretty fucked up!!!!

With a surprising amount of heat, ]

Wasn't his place. Wasn't his business.

It's probably the same shit like when we had the book. Freaked out about somethin', just acted instead of stoppin' to think for five fuckin' minute. He did this whole thing illusionin' pointin' a gun at me and sayin' I had nine days to figure shit out.

[the derisive noise he's making about that now.]

That was yesterday.

Guessin' it's whatever you two got all flustered about.

[grumbling that last part, definitely something... like annoyance but not quite.]

[ Charon.................. you don't speak gun. Shut the fuck up.

Lifting his head, finally. He's not about to lie to Wolfwood, not now. ]

It's related. There's no way it isn't.

Stupid bastard.

[right? and with Wolfwood's own gun as the illusion. please.

and smart not to lie, honestly, but it does earn a tch.]

So it's obvious ya don't actually wanna kill him.

I still might shoot 'im.

I rarely actually wanna kill anyone?

[ STYX. PLEASE. ]

I am pretty pissed off, though.

[listen,

let me do the killing--no, he won't because he's Vash.]

I'm all ears if ya got any ideas.

. . .

I'm gonna beat his ass and throw some of his own hypocritical words in his face.

[... on the one hand, it sounds so underwhelming

one the other hand, he knows Vash can emotionally wreck some bastards, so.]

Think he likes gettin' his ass kicked or somethin' but if you're into that...

[ WOLFWOOD........

Just buries his face in his hands ]

Gee, Spikey, coulda told a guy. What if I'm into that?

[you kissed this mouth]

Styx.

[ STRANGLED. ]

[what a good look for Vash, actually.]

Yeah?

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