#LUKA&VASH [REUSIGNUS] THREAD 001.

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@reusignus. / luka & vash. / from here.

wings gently flutter against the warm desert breeze, a flicker of amusement turning the doctor's eyes from an icy glare to a light chill of autumn festival mirth. he can't help the chuckle at the sheepishness, and it makes him relax a little bit more, knowing well that this man - contrary to popular belief - couldn't hurt someone without reason to.

( and he doesn't believe he's given that reason, yet. he's sure he'll find one. )

"Ah, aren't y'a charmer? Bringing a tired ol' doctor some tea on a late night. One migh' think y'er flirting, you know." he jests with a little bit of a tilt of his head as he gently moves to take the cup of tea, gesturing for vash to join him on the roof. "Y'er reacting rather blandly to seein' the local doctor with'f wings."

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kind? is that was sincerity was mistaken for, on this distant world, far from his family and far from the worlds that had whittled down his resolve to STAY (forced him to leave, without a word, burning what documents would lead them to him)? in some deep pit of his soul, or what was left of it from the rage and betrayal, he regrets leaving them behind & knows it wouldn't be too long before they followed the strands of his rage to this far away 'housing'. he knew, it would only be a matter of TIME.

( ── & time was something his mom and dad had FAR TOO MUCH OF. )

his gaze flickers with a quiet intensity as he stares outward, the gentle warmth briefly hardening into something more visceral, before they become gentle again in a way that only someone experienced with the subtleties of the world could understand or even NOTICE. why was he here? why this place, why not that infamous place way in the distance? what possessed him to heal in a place with no recognition?

it was, easy, perhaps. to answer this.

"You believe in second chances, right, Vash?" it was a gentle inquiry, one more rhetorical than it ever could be serious, even if vash did end up answering such a thing in earnest. "This is my second chance. Away from the noise, away from the horrors, away from the fighting, away from... betrayal."

he hesitates, for a moment. before speaking again. "I come from a place beyond this one where nobody is happy, not really, and they take it out on their fellow man. I come from a place where darkness is queen and the light was killed brutally. I come from a place where heroes don't trust themselves, and villains have more heart than your fellow man. I come from someplace you never want to visit. I think some people would call it hell."

Vash mulls over the good doctor's words for a second to let the heat on his cheeks cool before getting comfortable in the space beside him. He finds himself like a lizard on a hot rock; basking in warmth, whether it comes from the stars above or his rooftop companion's genuine words, he couldn't say.

(except he could, easily, but cannot admit it so)

"Hah, ya don't say?" Vash tucks his knees to his chest. "You're too kind to me, Doc. Well, in that case..."

There were many questions Vash had for the other, and somehow each of them felt fuzzy on his tongue. He doesn't often get the chance to meet people and actually get to know them before he's chased out of town or mysteriously vanishes into the desert. Vash is a bit out of practice with the small talk, something he'd never say he was any good at.

"...what are you doing in this town? Why settle down here?"

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"Don't stress y'self over it, I've just always been able te tell when people are nervous aroun' me." it was a knack, in a way, to be able to tell when people fancy him. sometimes, he abuses that fanciness, while other times he lets them down easy. he just.... isn't exactly meant for something like that. as far as he believes anyway.

but he can't help but look back over the townscape he's a part of and think to himself, ( i wonder if a life where i'm a functional nobody, where i'm capable of only helping those who can seek me out is enough for me? ) and it's a thought that tastes unfortunately sour in his mouth.

"I'm no' worried. You're too much'va sweetheart ta make people intentionally uncomfortable, from what I've gathered about ya." it sounds like flirting, but honestly he's telling the truth. for all that wanted poster was worth, it was truly meaningless without knowing what it was meant for. "Come, sit. Ask what ya want."

"Ahaha- well, jeez. Guess you got me there," unlucky Vash. He cannot dish it, and he cannot take it without collateral damage. That damage being hits to his composure. While he may not have much by means of pride, Vash usually knows how to keep himself together.

Until he's called out like this. By a doctor with a pretty face and silver tongue, to boot.

Vash shares a sympathetic look. "Yeah, I...understand that. Sorta. You don't have to be concerned about unwanted questions from me. Promise I won't pry, but you can talk about it if you wanna. Got a good pair of ears on me 'n all."

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"Hmm... So if I told ya that y'er very pleasin' on the eyes, y'wouldn't continue to fluster n' stammer like I've caught ya off guard." amusement glitters in normally burning eyes, and it makes the gaze soften, a little less like lava and a little more like honey. not quite, but almost. "That wouldn' be a thin' at all, would it?"

one hand holds the cup of tea, perfectly brewed, and the other serves as a rest for the doctor's face, staring at the wanted gunman and smiling tiredly. it was odd, in a way, to see someone who normally presented so cold, like the icy desert nights if not cold as true ice, smiling as if they're having a good time finally.

"... S' less about comfortable, and more about... people're used to far weirder here. And iffin anybody questions me, or questions around, maybe they'll say they've seen an angel. It's not the worst thin' I've been called, y'know."

Red creeps up the back of Vash's neck. The hood of his jacket only hides it partially. Who's to say if Vash is flirting. He is just a concerned guy trying to look out for the good doctor-- totally not showing anything extra. Not with the perfectly brewed cup that may or may not have taken a do-over to get right.

Yeah. Totally. Not even the buzzing worms flitting between the stars would believe that.

Vash shrugs it off with a chuckle. "Is it odd? Yeah, sure. Is it throwing me off? Maybe a little, but I can't judge you for it. The whole alien planet life thing makes new things normal over time. Don't get me wrong, I have...questions. But, 'm a guy with manners, 'n I wouldn't toss 'em out right out the gate. Frankly, I'm just glad you are comfortable enough here to just exist as you are."