#and a current one with nothinglikegod

[astrcthesiai-archived]

headcanon + when he was a newbie (Roberto)

Oh, I believe he was pretty insufferable. He wanted the truth. To change things. He was very energetic and needed to focus that energy on certain things. He had partners scold him about the ways in which he received information. Even had some run-ins with the authorities. As a reporter on a wasteland planet when everyone is possibly out to kill you... it just isn't a good idea. He learned hard and used alcohol to heal. His smoking habit increased from once a day to maybe .... a whole box sometimes. It really depended on his stress levels.

He was the reason some of his partners were killed and it destroyed him every time he thinks about it. He looks at Meryl and he thinks of those times and he promises she will not add to the casualties. It would be him instead of her that goes.

Remind me to expand on this someday, @phytonomy, I think it's important for a current thread and future threads moving forward. He just strikes me as someone that's been there, done that, and is totally and completely done. He's hanging on by a thread despite having a family.

[typhoonvash]

⩥ @nothinglikegod || unresolved feelings [ask response]

The past week has been hectic, to say the least. From arguments with Wolfwood that felt like months ago, to Livio, to the Orphanage, to, currently, Ship-03, there was simply too much to process. Vash had only recently been able to get on his feet again after being laid out for several days. He'd used too much of himself to help the steamer's Plant come to a stop before hitting the Orphanage, and wound up falling unconscious. Next thing he knew, he was in a familiar room aboard Home—it wasn't a dream; all of his friends were there.

Friends.

That includes Wolfwood. After all of that, how could it not?

He's not at 100% yet. The outlaw's footsteps are heavy with fatigue and clumsy with sleep, but for the most part he can get where he wants to. This is his first excursion out of his room since being here, and perhaps the most important.

... Vash can't say that he expected to find Nicholas crying, however. It felt like too private a moment, like he shouldn't interrupt, but...

Does he truly have no one to turn to?

It's not like they encountered him with friends. Vash is aware—though others are not—that he arrived to the team with an employer and a weapon that can only be explained with relation to one party in particular. Is it a good idea to trust him? Logically, no.

But Nicholas D. Wolfwood is a good person. Vash knew from the moment he met him. He doesn't know what his objective is, he doesn't know what he's gone through, but he does know he deserves better.

Vash stays a good distance away, allowing Wolfwood his space.

"You'll always have me."

Wolfwood has taught him a lot, and Vash likes to think that he's taught him a lot in turn. As much as he hated to admit it, 'An empty promise is a lie,' lingered in his mind more than he'd like it to.

This is not an empty promise. Not in the least.

The visceral reaction doesn't surprise him, but he couldn't stay silent and let the man wither away in solitude.

He fully enters the room and allows the door to shut with a mechanical whir. Vash keeps silent as he pores over the things he can say.

"I know, and I'll leave you alone soon," his words are soft, gentle, but solid, "There's a lot I need to process too, starting with you."

Admittedly, Vash isn't used to confronting anyone about conflict or emotions—he wanders without company for good reason.

"Before... everything happened," the blond knows that Wolfwood will understand what he means, "We weren't exactly on the best terms. This might just be a job to you, I don't know exactly what your story is, and I don't think I should know, but I want you to know that to me you're a valuable friend. A partner. And, well, if you ever think that you're alone out there..."

The words are harder to say than he'd like.

"Well, I'm there for you. As long as I can be, I'll be there for you."