#Just a wee peek of Diablo but in a good way

[firsthumandisaster]

fortheloveofpeaceandpeople​:

Vash felt that; like the force of a door shutting fast to obscure what was behind it. Not hard, but definitely quickly, and he… probably couldn’t blame him, honestly. The Veteran Vash was a vision of a future that was rapidly approaching– so, he wouldn’t pry. No, he’d keep his focus on the feathers furling out from the other’s arm.

Trying to swipe through the base of the feathers proved that they weren’t something he could physically manipulate– doing it didn’t even disrupt the feathers in the way he imagined it would, surprising the younger Plant. The way he connected to Plants wasn’t like this, it was… well. Different. But he could show him.

He could connect to another Independent. Something he’d never done before– never gotten the chance to do before.

His eyes flicked from the other’s hand to his eyes, then back again before closing, squeezing Vet’s hand gently. He hoped to mirror the feeling of a door, but one that was opening, nice and slow. Letting in more of Vet’s emotional tide so he could sync better, follow the same wavelength… and allow the array of patterns typically undetectable on his skin to slowly light up… a warmth ebbing from him. Something soothing and soft and equally curious…

| 🌱/🌌 | Everything about this moment had awakened an inner core in the older Vash. It normally woke turbulently, leeching his thoughts away and leaving behind only the sharpened focus and vibrant heat that was the essence of his being a Plant. This was.. curiosity waking curiosity. The ‘door’ that opened did not disrupt him the way Knives had, but then...perhaps it was the difference in their natures that led to how those outcomes had become. The nature of these two Vashes, and perhaps any incarnation of Vash, were similar enough that they fell together neatly, calmly. Safe. Quiet.

Quiet, distant eyes watched the younger Vash as the patterns slowly woke across his skin. He would feel the softened surprise, the awe and how captivating his counterpart though it was. Clearly it was not something he had ever seen between himself and his Knives. Images of feathers or vaguely wing-shaped sharpened blades were in his mind in response. 

And the flow of energy, the warmth it created, fizzled under Vet’s skin, longer feathers stretched from his arm, these much more solid, and colored grey at the tips as they formed, glowing faintly purple-blue where they rose from his skin and through the sleeve of his coat.

The younger would feel the wonderment of Vet’s own power, so tame for once in sync with his mirror self. Tears prickled at his eyes again, that he should see his power manifest this way and not fear it hurting people.

You are a wonder, Vash thought at his other self. He touched Vash’s cheek with gentle, cool prosthetic fingers, moving over the glowing lines with admiration passing between them. Truly, you will succeed. Edged with determination, and a certainty that unlike himself, this seemingly younger Vash already had a step ahead of him at this point in his life. Something that must have been different, better, and veteran Vash was grateful for that in such a powerful way the hope of it almost hurt to feel.

| 🌱 | “Yes, some things are absolutes, and I believe Rem and her kindness must be one of those things.” Vash looked at his counterpart’s face, a tear on his own cheek, and a kindred smile on his face. With his prosthetic, he ruffled the fluffy spikes of Vash’s hair and brought the hand to rest on his shoulder. He hadn’t realized the feathering had appeared, until the touch across his hand but his usual worry of it was muted, more surprise than anything. Even if his counterpart was different in that way, too, he still understood that it was just a … Plant thing to happen.

“They must be a reaction to our connection,” he murmured and smiled a funny little smile. Funny, because being connected to Knives had caused turbulence in his power flow. That having lent to the events in July… No. Vash closed that part of his mind with effort, returning to the more prominent memories of Rem, and their shared grief. This was more important. The feathers were barely more than wisps of light, not even tangible to physical touch, but if Greenie had touched them, he would feel the energy that created them.