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vashs-turtleneck · 9 months ago

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Hi! How are you? I hope you are doing well <3 I binge-read all of you trigun fics and i loved them, so i wanted to request something too!

How about a Vash x reader where the reader sleeps on him? Vash is listening to them ramble about something and then boom, they fall asleep on him bc hes warm. <3

Omg my first request. I'm so honoured, and I'm so happy to hear you enjoyed my other fics!! I'm sorry this took so long to complete. It was a busy couple weeks for me, but I hope you like it!

Also this ended up being way longer than I thought it would.

Quiet Nights.

Rating: T Summary: After a less than stellar day, Vash can't seem to get out of his own head. Luckily, he has you. Pairing: Vash the Stampede x Reader Content: pining, angst, fluff. Word Count: 2.7k

It's quiet.

Galaxies paint the skies above him, his thoughts accompanied only by the sound of the wind blowing, the crackling of the fire, and the subtle discomfort of the rock he's leaning on pressing into his spine.

Quiet, but not peaceful.

Not for Vash.

Never for the humanoid typhoon.

His head is in turmoil, recollecting all his sins and keeping him from sleep. All the venom spat his way as the last town cursed the walking disaster, forcing you both out without so much as a chance to breathe, with bullets hitting the ground at your heels as you ran.

He deserved it. Every last word. Every last bullet shell. He knows he did, but you didn't.

He glances down at you, snuggled up so comfortably in your sleeping bag. Now you look awfully peaceful, your face barely peeking out from under the covers, letting him see the fine cut you got on your cheek as a result of today's troubles.

If he had been faster.

If he had been more vigilant.

If you weren't with him.

You'd be safer without him.

He's overthinking again.

Or is he?

Damn it, what's right anymore?

Keeping you around, is it wrong? This selfishness he lets himself indulge in with your presence, it must be wrong. But how can it be when it feels so right, when having you by his side makes his chest swell with a warmth that makes him feel like he's found a home?

Absent-mindedly, his warm hand reaches for you. He can see you. He can see the peaceful rise and fall of your chest. You're right there, but he has to remind himself that you're real.

You're okay, he has to tell himself. You're alive.

But just as his thumb is about to carefully swipe over the scrape on your cheek, your pretty eyes flutter open. You look right at him, and Vash freezes.

“Eep!” The typhoon squeaks out in surprise and pulls his hand away. “S-Sorry! I wasn't doing anything weird, I promise!”

“That makes it sound like you were absolutely doing something weird," you tease back oh so sweetly.

“I promise I wasn't.” He says with a pout, looking away from you.

“Can't sleep, Vash?”

He shakes his head.

“Just thinking.”

“Well, that's no good. You always let that pretty head fill with such stupid thoughts.”

‘Pretty.’

Well you sure know how to get him to blush. He tries to shake off this feeling you give him and swallow down the butterflies fluttering in his stomach, taking a few calming breaths before he speaks again.

“I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you.”

“It's alright. I wasn't asleep.”

Vash turns back to you, his head tilting questioningly.

“Hmm? Why not?” He asks, and he hopes that your head isn't filling with the same thoughts as his.

“I try to stay up if I know you're awake.”

And you must see the confusion on his face, because you answer his question without him needing to ask.

“Gotta keep my eyes peeled if I wanna make sure you're not running off again.” You chuckle, yet your words hit him like sandsteamer.

Oh.

He can't really argue with you there. Hell, even just now, he was considering it. Part of him wants to reassure you that he won't leave, but he also doesn't want to lie to you. If it came down to choosing between keeping you safe and never seeing you again, he'd be gone in a heartbeat, no matter how much it would rip him to shreds inside.

He cherishes your presence.

When you came into his life, things became just a little bit more lively. Sure, his routine stayed mostly the same; it's not like there's all that many options for how to live his life when he's always on the run, but now he has someone else to share it with. You eat with him, walk with him, and when the double dollars are short and you have to settle for spending the night out under the open sky, you're right there, laying next to him in your own little sleeping bag. He can have a conversation with you as the two of you travel between towns. He can tell you about the stars in the night sky on nights like these, and help point out the constellations draped over your heads.

He's not alone anymore.

He cherishes you, no matter how selfish that may be.

He'd much rather not have to leave you, if he's being completely honest.

“Well,” Vash cuts the somewhat uncomfortable silence between the two of you. “If neither of us are gonna sleep, wanna look at the stars with me, mayfly?”

He sees how your eyes sparkle, and you sit yourself up in your sleeping bag, shuffling yourself closer to him. He leans against you and points up towards the stars, and your gaze follows his index finger.

“Right there. Those ones over there make the shape of a four-pronged fork.”

The side of his face is dangerously close to yours, but you seem too immersed in the sky to notice. Thank goodness for that, or else you might have noticed his cheeks heating up.

“You see it?”

You must be able to see it. You're looking right a-

“I don't see it.”

“H-huh?”

“I have no clue what you're pointing at.”

“Whu- What do you mean?! You're looking right at it!” Vash says, his tone playfully exasperated, and it has you giggling so softly that he has to swallow those butterflies back down.

It takes him a moment to realize he's smiling too, watching you fondly as you try to compose yourself. Surely he's not that funny?

As he sees you refocusing on the stars, a harsh gust of wind passes through, striking the flames of the fire and forcing you to retreat back into your sleeping bag with a subtle shiver that Vash notices all too quickly.

“You cold, mayfly?” Though he doesn't have to ask. He can see it by the way your shoulders tremble.

“Maybe just a bit.”

“You could come closer, if you want. I have plenty of body heat to spare.” He tries to say nonchalantly, tapping at the space in front of him.

‘Closer.’

Closer would be nice.

And to his surprise (and secretly to his delight), you come much closer. You scuttle out of your sleeping bag and carefully situate yourself in front of him, sitting on the ground between his legs and leaning your back against his chest like he's some chair. You tuck the top of your head beneath his chin, an all too close position, but he's definitely not complaining. He only hopes you don't feel his heart hammering in his chest right now, but at least like this you can't see how his cheeks hue a deep scarlet.

You're so close.

Deep breaths.

“Better?”

“Mhm. Much better.” You hum, tucking yourself against him, his body and jacket sheltering you from the wind. “Now where is it again?”

“There,” He says as he points up towards the constellation again. "Do you see it now? If you look up from the tip of my finger, you can see how those stars make the shape of a fork."

"It still just looks like a bunch of pretty splotches to me."

"Mayfly!"

You giggle far too sweetly at his reaction, so purely that it almost eases the unrest in his heart. So carefree, so lighthearted.

Do you not care that you got hurt? Are you so oblivious to the danger he puts you through?

Do you not hate him for it?

Long lanky legs stretch out to your sides, your back pressed to his broad chest. It's easy to forget just how big he is when he hides his frame beneath this jacket of his, how well he hides just how strong he is. This jacket hides the body of something inhuman, a natural disaster, as people call him. Right now though, this jacket is keeping you covered and warm.

His marred body is keeping you warm.

“I'm sorry, mayfly.”

“Hmm?” You hum, tilting your head back slightly to look at him and giving him a close view of your pretty eyes.

“Your cheek. I'm sorry. It's my fault you got hurt.”

He hesitantly reaches for your face again, and when he sees you're not pulling away, his calloused thumb gently brushes along the scuff on your soft cheek, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than friendly.

Warm.

“It's not your fault, Vash. It was all just some stupid misunderstanding and we got caught in the middle of it.”

“Still,” He whispers, and even he can hear the sadness in his own voice despite his attempt to stifle it. “You'd be safer without me.”

You sigh. That same casual sigh you do when he's eaten so many doughnuts that he's given himself a tummy ache, like you're fed up with his silly everyday antics.

“It's like I said– Pretty head, stupid thoughts.” You tell him, turning forward once more and resting your head under his chin again.

“Right here,” You say, playfully tapping the knee he has resting against your side. “This is the safest place I can be, Vash.”

Safe.

Do you really feel that way?

“You're comfy, you know.” You say soundly, and it nearly has Vash choking on his own spit.

“M-Me?!” He blurts.

“I don't see anyone else here,” You snicker. “Very warm too. You weren't kidding about having body heat to spare.”

“I- well I- Uh…” He stumbles over his own words. He doesn't know what to say to something so kind right now, and strangely… intimate. Those butterflies aren’t going down easily.

“Those ones look like you.” You chime, your hand pointing up at the sky.

“Huh? The stars?”

“Yeah, right there. Do you see? That's your spikey hair, and right under is your little mole.”

“How do you see that but not a fork?”

“Don't know, but if I can't see the regular constellations, I might as well make my own.”

Making up your own constellations. How cute.

He's not stupid. He knows you're doing this on purpose, trying to get his mind off whatever is bothering him, but that's just like you. In his mind, you shine brighter than the stars. His guiding light, something to bring him back down to No Man's Land when he gets lost in the maze inside his head.

“That one looks like Kuroneko.” You gush, pointing elsewhere.

“Who?” He says, trying to follow the direction of your finger. Maybe seeing pictures in the stars is harder than he gave you credit for.

“Don't worry about it.” You chuckle, letting your hand fall back down.

“Well that one looks like a doughnut with sprinkles.”

“You would see that.”

“And that one looks like a slice of cake.”

“Is your sweet tooth acting up?”

“...Maybe.”

“We'll get some sweets in the next town then.”

“Mmh. That'd be nice.”

Shared laughter fills the air surrounding the two of you, followed by silence.

Comfortable silence.

His mind is quieter now, no longer buzzing with unanswerable questions, regrets, and ‘what ifs’.

Peaceful.

Because of you.

After a few minutes of silently looking up at the galaxies hanging up high, he breaks the calm air between the two of you.

“Thank you, mayfly.” He whispers, not missing the way his voice trembles ever so slightly.

“I get stuck in my own head sometimes. I-I guess a lot of the time, really. It's… nice to have someone around to help me out of it.”

He clears his throat, trying to get rid of that shakiness in his voice.

“W-Well– y’know– not just someone. You're not just someone. You're one of a kind. Special.”

His heart is hammering in his chest, he can feel it drumming behind his ears. He doesn't want to promise you anything. He doesn't make promises, but if he can just try to express to you how badly he needs you around, then maybe…

“You're, um– you're very precious to me, mayfly. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now. Not without you, anyway.”

Oh no. You're not saying anything. Was that too much?

“Ha ha… S-Sorry, didn't mean to bring down the mood.”

God, his heart is pounding. If you didn't already hear it before, there's no way you can't hear it now.

Another few moments of silence pass, and he can't take it anymore. Vash gulps and looks down at you, worried to see the expression on your face, scared he took this too far, but when he does gaze down, you're wearing the most peaceful expression he's ever seen.

You're asleep, nuzzled up against him. Not only that, but you're asleep first, despite what you said earlier. Actually asleep too, he judges based on how deeply you're breathing.

Guess he can't run off if you're keeping him in place.

‘You're comfy.’

Is he really? These hands stained with blood, this body tattered in scars, this unchanged face that he's worn for over a century, this name that has the power to strike fear in the hearts of all. Yet here you are, leaning into him, asleep, vulnerable, and completely trusting of him.

You must be crazy. Don't you know he's the humanoid typhoon?

He's holding you close. A tad too close for what he would consider friendly, but despite the heat he feels rising to his cheeks, he doesn't want to pull away.

His limbs wrap tightly around you, pressing you into his chest, his head leaning slightly against your shoulder until your hair tickles his nose, like he wants to melt into you. Shyly, he takes in the scent of you. That smell that is so inherently you. Just the feeling of you so close to him, grounding him, quieting the thoughts in his head.

‘You're here. You're okay. You're alive.’ He tells himself.

Warm.

Soft.

Safe.

Home.

Truth be told, he could never bring himself to leave. He'd have to be pried away from you, and even then, his hands would cling to you until his nails were cracked and bloody. If he was being honest with himself, you've got him by the heart.

Maybe he'll let himself be selfish.

‘Maybe just for tonight.’ He promises himself, though even he knows that's a lie.

✧ ✧ ✧

Morning comes all too quickly, the suns managing to shine down directly onto you. You groan, bringing a hand to your face to rub the sleep from your eyes. You shift your body to stretch, yet you feel yourself held in place, and look down at your waist to see what it is.

A pair of arms wrapped around your middle, one cooler than the other, but both just as comforting and inviting.

This isn't your sleeping bag. It's far too comfortable, and definitely warmer than that dusty old thing.

“Mayfly.”

The sweet word tickles the shell of your ear, whispered out so softly that it sends a spark of electricity coursing through you.

You lean your head back to look at the source of that sweet sound, letting yourself fall deeper into that comfortable, inviting embrace that you don't ever want to leave, your eyes falling to what, or rather who, is behind you.

Golden hair rivaling the rays of sun shining down on you, eyes like the clear blue sky above, and an alluring warmth that feels like home.

He smiles down at you when your eyes meet, a genuine smile that shows off those cute dimples. You've never seen them from so close.

“Good morni-”

“WHAAAGH!” You cut him off with scream, not expecting to wake up snuggled up so close on your outlaw companion��s chest.

In your surprise, you completely knock your head into his pretty face. He swiftly brings his hand up, groaning, feeling the bit of blood starting to trickle from his nose.

Yeah, okay. He should have known you'd be surprised to see him so close. Maybe he had that coming.

“Oh god! I'm so sorry! I just- I wasn't- I was a bit startled, is all. I didn't mean to hurt you. I'm so sorry, Vash.”

“Ehe… I'm fine. Don't worry about it.”

Maybe that's what he gets for letting himself be so selfish.

Though if that's the price he has to pay, he'll gladly let you break his nose every day if it means he gets to hold you that close.

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#trigun #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun maximum #vash #vash the stampede x reader #vash x reader #vash x you #vash the stampede x you #pipwrites

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deludedfantasy · 2 months ago

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There’s a thread you can follow through this early part of the story and that’s living up to your parents’ expectations.

Although the reader doesn’t know it yet, the woman Vash dreams of on the sandsteamer is his mother. The dream, and Vash’s subsequent conversation with Kaite where he explains his philosophy, stretches back to Rem and the promise he made to her. He hopes to live up to her expectations and, with his every action, keep her memory alive. That’s a large burden to carry, especially because Vash considers every person in the world his responsibility. But there’s nothing more important to him than doing good by the woman who may as well be his mother (as we later learn).

Kaite is in a similar bind, though he’s far more conflicted than Vash. He’s desperate, he needs money, and his father died leaving him, young, alone, and penniless. So Kaite gives up the only thing of value he has, the thing his father worked his whole life to build, the sandsteamer. In the process, he gives up on his father’s wish for Kaite to do good and build something with his hands. He thinks it’s too late for him to fix this, but Vash believes otherwise. As long as Kaite keeps trying, it’s not too late to fix this, to live a life his father would be proud of. (And it's not like Vash is telling himself this because he's immensely full of guilt about July or anything like that).

In one way or another, everyone in Trigun is trying to live up to something, whether it’s their own expectations or that of their parents. They are haunted by the choices they make and their failures to live up to familial expectations.

But, I think, the narrative we’ve seen up until now gets disrupted in the Little Arcadia arc. Between Kaite and Vash, there was a lot of focus on duty and what they owe to others, to the people who raised them and left them far too early, when they were too young to have a good sense of the world or how to make their way through it.

While we don’t know if Meryl’s father is still alive or not, in Little Arcadia, she struggles with her own actions and how they would be perceived by her father. She doesn’t write to her family as often or as in detail as Milly does, worried about what they might think of her bloody and dangerous adventures. What would they think of this life she’s taken up, so different from her prim and proper office job? She thinks she’s cold and callous for not getting angry when Badwick pointed a gun at his parents, for not immediately jumping in to do the “right thing.” She does eventually stand up for what’s right and help the family keep their little slice of Eden. But I think what the father says to her after the stand off is important.

He tells her, “Choose your own path, and walk it with confidence. All of life is connected. You must live your own life, and your parents will live through you.”

It’s a bit of a change from how we’ve seen Vash relate to this idea of familial duty. He thinks he must walk in the path Rem set out for him and it’s the only way for him to live up to her. But maybe that’s not true. Maybe simply living your life, the way you want to, in the best way you can, is all you have to do. When your parents love you, they just want to see you alive and happy, in whatever way that looks for you.

Hearing that, Meryl is finally able to write a long letter to her family, detailing all her exploits. She’s proud of the life she lives and what she does, and that’s what matters most. But that leaves the reader wondering, if Vash is walking this path for Rem, is he truly happy? Did he really choose this life of his own will? It’s an interesting question, one I don’t have an answer to. I think Vash’s decisions and the things that set him on this road are complicated, and that in some ways, he’s too responsible of a person to ever step back and let things happen. I think he believes he doesn’t have another choice, regardless of whether that’s true or not. But I do know is that he believes in the life he lives and that has to matter for something, because it’s what keeps him going.

#trigun #trimax #trigunbookclub #dani talks

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kindaoptimisticsquirrel · 1 year ago

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Trigun Bookclub Trimax Vol14 Part 4

Vol01: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Vol02: Part 1 | Part 2

That's it! The final chapters and thoughts beneath that! AAaaah.

Chapter 8: (I'm having more image space now with one chapter so..uh...just me nearly posting every image in this one)

The biggest mystery in Trigun: HOW did they get a photo of Vash with all black hair and HOW??? did they get a photo of Knives?? I just have to assume they either have really good painters or maybe just painted black hair on Vash's old photo...and...someone made a photo of Knives moments before his death. Poor sucker.

Black hair Vash with his hair down looks so...so...so agh! So young! And vulnerable! And actually pretty good but also so cuddlesome and wow that hair looks soft. Every hair-era of Vash gives me different vibes, and this one especially has something super soft/melancholic...it's after his widower era (which is half-black hair) so it's a settled and accepted sadness but it's also post-trimax so it's also a hopeful atmosphere? Hope that explains it??

Also he's just super cute like this.

Also, hello there interesting bit of information that totally slipped past me on my other reads.

Egg Plant Dome...what exactly is this? I think that happened in ch6 when the feathers and plants fell down. Is this something the plants created, like a shell for the whole city? (don't wanna live underneath, it must be like a big oven during the day)

What a moment

(Oh they are talking about the wound Knives inflicted on Vash! When they fought and while Knives stabbed him, Vash protected them both from Chronica) There's something so meaningful about Knives, who thought himself above all humans, pleading them to save Vash's life.

What a way for the antagonist of the story to go. It doesn't end with violence, it ends with a silent thank you, with him protecting one last time what is dear to him and choosing his own (inevitable? Vash lives on. So could he have lived on if he wouldn't have created the tree?) end.

Just saving these because we're getting more cute Vash faces here.

Of course Vash finds an exit directly at the spot of his pursuers. And cute salamander thing!

Salamander and Vash do not approve.

IT'S HIIIIIM

The image of Vash with a wig, fake teeth and a fake beard is really entertaining. But really, was that ever an option for him? An option at least he'd be satisfied with?

Meryl & Milly! (Don't wanna forget Milly!) Aaaw and directly back to bantering!

Hehe love that face

awww and he would have loved to be fighting his way out of messes with these two together!

Vash was utterly betrayed in this moment.

Can we get a character song where Vash sings this in Stampede, please?

24h live emergency broadcast? Phew boy Vash is not getting ANY rest.

Many familiar faces! That one older boy, I wondered if that could be Kaite from the sandsteamer? And nice to see that the guy Vash and Wolfwood beat the shit out of at Lina's is still holding up to his promise and protecting the place now (and serving drinks as it seems). Then of course Livio!!! Being at the orphanage, next to Wolfwood's grave...I'm sure he's protectig them like nobody else could, being the best big brother to them all they could wish for. (I have to say I loved his short hair look but long hair works too) And we can spot Chronica...the Nebraskas and Brad and Luida! And, I love the way Vash starts from being exasperated to running to laughing. Has he missed this? Maybe!

Running into the far horizon....

And we're here, throwback at one of the very first pages of Trigun with the same line "And the same song of humanity still sang".

What an ending, huh? I really liked the ending..it's kinda started like it has begun, with Vash running away again. A bit like a circle, but in a way, that's the theme. Because at it says "the same song of humanity still sang" - some things don't change, humans will always be humans and will always hunt Vash down for the bounty (with the extra now that there are a lot that do LIKE him and want to know what he's at, knowledge which Meryl and Milly can provide). It's such a dark and serous manga, and to end on such a light note, with a really humour-filled last chapter, to me it transports the feeling of hope. The first time I read this it moved me so much. And it made me tear up not because of sadness, but because the ending is so hopeful, so good despite everything that happened! And the fact that Vash manages to get back up again, running and smiling, while he suffered so so much throughout the whole series...isn't that a wonderful thing? To not lose your smile after all that? Isn't that the most difficult thing maybe, and he still manages?

I wanted to add some final thoughts about the manga, but I don't really know where to start? I don't have any specific thoughts, and if I get, I might make an extra post...but I just want to say how much I love this series. I read it around february the first time and was instantly flashed. It turned out to be a completely different story than I had expected. It turned out to be very confusing at times (esp. because I read the Dark Horse translation which sometimes lacks in context in the dialogues) but I STILL loved it to bits. And it's maybe now one of my favourite series if not the. It's hard to compare different mangas and series, but when I'd had to decide for one where the theme moved me the most, is interesting, where the characters feel alive and tangible, where everything feels so round and like a story that was exactly written down as the author intended and not a bit shorted or altered, where you can feel the passion in the art...man it's just this one. That doesn't lessen the impression other series have on me, but it just means that this one stands out SO much that I can always go back to it and will always love it. And, when I said it turned out completely different than expected, I especially refer to the ending. And I also want to point out what I pointed out in a post earlier, about Vash having to kill somebody, about the fact that I don't think this story is supposed to preach us any moral, any higher ideal...it just tells us that nothing is easy, people are complex, decisions are complex and fucked up stuff happens. And despite all that, you can STILL choose kindness. It's a story that sounds like it's being told exactly like it happened. Nothing is put in a better light, and the bad guys are not put in an extra bad light.

What we take from that is up to us.

#trigun #trigunbookclub #it's really over huh #I plan to pester the bookclub tag with more stuff I can think about for the next days #I cannot let it end already

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eventheodds · 1 year ago

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"What, and deny me the biggest scoop ever?" She's letting herself get carried away with ideas of how this could all play out, when she sends in all her findings and reports; Roberto would vouch for her and there would be undeniable proof to back up everything she'll have submitted.

She thinks about the moments preceding the first time she encountered Vash—no water, the battery having died out, and forced to trek through the stifling desert while Roberto made quips about how this world would eat her alive. She'd not paid him any mind, but even Meryl couldn't block out his words forever.

There was some grain of truth in there, as there always seems to be whenever Roberto gives his anecdotes, reminding her she's just a newbie.

It's something she's had to deal with ever since choosing this profession. It's also given her so much grief because one look at her and everyone thinks she's not mature enough to handle what's coming to her, like she won't be able to withstand the truths that come with this job.

Sometimes it gets difficult to ignore those voices.

So, she does what she's done best and deflects in a manner that allows to give herself strength. If her fellows hadn't given her any of their support, then she'd it herself. Top of her class only carries so much weight, and that weight is mostly on paper.

When she hears that plea, however, that single word that breaks through the loud noises of the wind and of the sandsteamer, every thought she's had up until this moment comes to an abrupt halt.

He's begging her not to get involved further than this. He doesn't want any of them to go further than this for him.

It's true that she has more than enough material to write many pieces, submit them and have her words printed and sent out onto the airwaves of radios and barely functioning television screens. Things also get passed around by word of mouth, and if it's anything to do with Vash, she knows the traction will be there.

There's a heaviness to her heart suddenly as she thinks about all this—how she's using his name to further her career; perhaps it started out like that, back when she first got assigned to fieldwork and with Roberto as her mentor, but it's become something far more than that.

It will become something far more than that.

His earnest expression has her staring at him with her eyes, wide and dark as the wind passes through and she can hear the faint clinking of her earrings as they sway in the breeze.

"I know what I signed up for when I took this job, Vash," she says; her words are firm, her stare unwavering, but she's so brutally honest and more certain of this than she's ever been with anything else. "I know there are risks—there's always going to be risks, and we all have to accept that."

She reaches out to grab hold of his prosthetic hand, both hard angles and organic in design and feel. The colour of it reminds her of pictures she's seen of the oceans—the deepest parts where blue and cerulean would mix together, then easing into the shallows and tide pools that contained so much life.

Pictures can barely do the real thing justice, but she's always loved the combined colours of blue and green together.

Her fingers wrap around his hand, feeling the faint markings of lines etched onto the prosthetic and she has to resist from tracing them with her thumb, though she barely manages that.

Vash is content to admire the scrolling dunes in silence after Meryl trails off. He has been forthcoming about his brother Knives and his casual disregard for human life, for Rem’s sacrifice as the Great Fall burned the skies around them.

What he should do is sneak off the first chance he gets. Juneora Rock, the Windmill Village and Rollo, and what’s next to come… All of them have seen firsthand why he has earned the moniker Humanoid Typhoon. The last thing he wants is for them to get swept up in the storm. As much as he wants to stay with them, as much as–

“Huh?”

Meryl smiles earnestly at him, and Vash laughs because he doesn’t know what to do with himself. After all that destruction, the near-death experiences, and violence, she could still say that? He smiles back at her, but the mirror isn’t quite true. He still carries his nervousness with him, the way the muscles around his mouth move but his eyes do not.

“I’m not sure that’s such a good idea.” When he says it, somber, without the lilt of humor, he’s no longer looking at her. Braced against the railing, Vash tips his chin down towards his chest and gazes down at his curled fists.

She means well.

He keeps telling himself that. More than anything, Meryl has been one of the few people who has gone out of their way to treat him…just like any other person. Someone human.

Vash sighs. He knows better than anyone that good intentions can only get you so far. Good intentions and broken promises. Meryl had more than enough material to spin up an article. Her version of the truth, whatever that may be. The story of Vash the Stampede. She didn’t need him anymore.

Your hypocrisy is showing.

“...Really. It’s not safe.” He’s already seen how stubborn she is with Roberto. Vash doubts his plea will be all that much more convincing than her own senior’s.

If– when, they crossed paths with Knives again, could he protect them? If it looked anything like his attempt at Juneora…Vash swallows the ball of fear rising in his throat. She knows. She has to know what it means. What it means to be swept up in the stampede.

“Please.”

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Vash the Stampede’s Words of Wisdom

Episode 2 Truth of Mistake "There's something that cannot be expressed in words, human emotion. Emotions of the heart can't be just tucked away in a closet. There's a way to know the emotions. Look into the eyes. The girl lied to me, and I believed her. The gentleman lied to me, when I trusted him, but the moment I looked into his eyes the angel of destiny began to unravel the truth. Just look into their eyes. There is only one truth." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 3 Peace Maker "Those who make mistakes blame themselves and close their hearts. It's impossible to fix the mistake. Men can't return to the past. That's why they drink. Lushes, drunks, sliding alcohol down their throats to dilute the memories that can't be forgotten. Frank Marlon, the gunsmith, does nothing but drink & he questions the glass after it's empty. ‘Am I wrong?’ ‘Was I wrong?’" --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 4 Love & Peace "A past that can't be forgotten & can't be buried. A past that can't even be shaken for just a little time. The sentiment deep inside each of their hearts is strong & equal, for beloved parents & for a beloved daughter. Two men can only find the answer from behind their triggers. The moment the sentimental bullets flew towards each other the men stood silent, yet were weeping. The past, enslaves..." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 5 Hard Puncher "Whenever something is gained, something is always lost. It's difficult to live after something like that. What is lost will never return. Important things, irreplaceable things, but what is needed to keep those things is in the firm will packed into one bullet. Man knows, he knows nothing will begin unless he speaks, & that nothing will change, unless he moves." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 6 Lost July "The longer one holds on to a memory, the longer one lives in the past. The deeper the memory they hold onto, the more beautiful the past will become. The beautiful memories will eventually turn into hate. Even if they look ahead, they lose the ability to walk. As long as the heavy chain called revenge continues to bind the heart, the tears of sadness will continue to flow." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 7 B.D.N "The tragedy endlessly repeated in order to fulfill desires. The lust for conquest, making people bend to your will, a thrill intense enough to make you shudder. There's a man who is a slave to that ecstasy. The leader of the Bad Lads, a man who shines: Brilliant Dynamites Neon. The sandsteamer will shake at the moment the huge dynamos on each of his shoulders start to spark. In the pitch black darkness, the gruesome party begins." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 8 And Between the Wasteland and Sky....... "People who sin say this, ‘That they had to, to survive.’ People who sin say this, ‘It's too late now to stop.’ The shadow called sin dogs them steadily from behind, silently without a word. Remorse & agony are repeated only to end up at despair in the end, but the sinners just don't know that if they'd only turn around there's a light there, a light which keeps shining on them ever so lonely. A light that will never fade." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 9 Murder Machine "I met a lone man in the desert, a traveling priest, Nicholas D. Wolfwood. He smiled and then he told me that I'm a troubled man. Faced with his all seeing smile there was nothing I could say in my defense. Did I meet this man because I was destined to or, was it simply by a small jest of God? The man's name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood, a traveling priest I met in the desert." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 10 Quick Draw "I think I'd like to do something nice for somebody. I think it's good if you smile at someone, and they smile in return. Voluntary love encourages people to create a sense of friendliness. Love that is unconditional gives us respect as people, however, it's wrong to force love, to try to keep it alive. If the strain goes on eventually it will bloom into the flower called Lie. The deceptively thorny flower that hurts people." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 11 Escape From Pain "A choice between two things. The forked road, a crossroad, where men given life must take in order to stay alive. Whichever end they live on, they lose something. Whichever end they live on, they are unable to find happiness, but are there really only two paths to a forked road? No, there are infinite paths we must take. There is more than one path. There is more than one path to the future." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 12 Diablo "All people have a sanctuary which must never be touched. A scar of sadness which must never be tred upon. The cooperation formed by the living to realize a dream or achieve an ideal. The man with the white coat told me in a quiet voice that he had finally found me, that he wanted my life. That man smiled a smile deeper than darkness. Legato Bluesummers, a man fascinated by death, only spoke quietly." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 14 Little Arcadia "If you only face forward, there is something you will miss seeing. It is a virtue to devote one's self to something, firmly believing in one's own ideals. But that does not mean it's all right to belittle the ideals or feelings of others. If you lead such a busy life, & you don't realize how your parents feel, it's only for self satisfaction. It's all right to stop every now & again. If you want a moments rest, if you want to feel what other people feel." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 15 Demon's Eye "People judge people. Lives are being cut short because of someone's personal logic. Mothers, fathers, friends... their entire paths instantly vanish into thin air. The question is, should this take place at the whim of one individual? A beautiful woman stood before the corpses of the Roderick thieves. She told me that she was merely discarding some useless garbage. Dominique the Cyclops told me to just think of it as 'Spring cleaning'." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 16 Fifth Moon "A fragment of memory lost in the gap between life & death. Is it something which will point the way towards spiritual awareness? The silver metallic gun crushes and my right arm metamorphosises. My past, my people, my mother... the moment I was reunited with everything I ever protected, the light took Augusta. The Humanoid Typhoon, the $$60 billion man, Vash the Stampede. This is the beginning of my past. This is the end of my journey." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 17 Rem Savrem "Rem told me, that someone she loved died on Earth. She told me she boarded this ship so she could start over. What does it feel like to have someone you love die? I tried thinking of what it would be like if Rem died. When I did, hot water came out of my eyes & it wouldn't stop for a long time. Rem, I'll always be there for you. I won't leave you alone." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 18 Goodbye For Now "Let us regard the fifth moon, shining down upon us from the sky, stained red with blood. And let us remember his name, his legend. To do so, you only need to look up. Like it or not, his legend is chiseled into the fifth moon, a permanent etching from a terrible past. The legend of Vash the Stampede, chiseled, forever, & then the time comes... you only need to tell of the tracks, which lead to the future." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 19 Hang Fire "Strong will can stir the heart, but a will too strong can cut off the heart's visibility. The sorrow of a man bereaved of his family turns into hate, which eventually metamorphosises into the intent to kill. The man's finger reaches for the trigger. Sins change people. Sin begets sin, but I, I still want to believe. I still want to believe in the heart. The heart that feels the sin." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 20 Flying Ship "In times of hardship, in times of sadness, there's a place a traveler can let his mind return to: home. I still don't know what kind of a past the traveler abandoned when he left his home behind. I still don't know what kind of sorrow he bears. But the traveler can keep walking forward because he has something which sustains him... a place which accepts him. He can walk forward, step by careful step." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 21 Out of Time "There is something you can't give up. There is something you want to protect. There is a time you must take a stand, no matter what kind of pain awaits us. The man clad in the red coat took up his gun once again in order to stop the sadness, in order to stop the hate. I keep the word of the red geranium, which I was taught so long ago. I keep the courage and determination deep in my heart." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 22 Alternative "Self protection: the means of protecting one's self. People expose the weaknesses which pain them, & thus form a group. Before they know it they begin to exclude those who are not one of them, but what becomes of those who have been excluded? I smiled at the children who lived in a tight group in their rickety house. Sure, let's live today, let's live tomorrow, & let's live the day after that, even if it means living in eternal pain." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 23 Paradise "To realize a mistake, to not lie, to love one another, to not kill. Those are very simple things, but these times won't allow for them. There is no green on this planet, even though we want it, & want it so badly. A place where we can live peaceful days with no wars, nor stealing, a sacred place, where people can live as people. Yes there, that place is called..." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 24 Sin "Repeated tragedies, repeated pain, the wishes of man are so strong & yet so frail and weak. To live, to stay alive, who would have known survival was this hard...this painful? I must choose. I must make the choice, in the moment that intertwines life & death. Can I choose to remain a human?" --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 25 Live Through "I was dreaming Rem. Everything was so horribly dry, there on that planet, even people's hearts. As I watched the people who lived there from far away, I kept wondering why they went on living, how they kept on living. Rem, listen to me Rem. I did a bad thing. I did a bad thing. Tell me? What should I do?" --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun) Episode 26 Under the Sky So Blue "That day, that time, 130 years ago we were born, weren't we? There was nothing but peaceful days, & Rem was always close behind us. But our disagreeing thoughts changed each of our ways of life, didn't they? I don't regret it. I will vow once again not to kill, not to betray, but to find happiness, to talk about my dreams, because the ticket to the future is always blank." --- Vash the Stampede (Trigun)

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