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[livio-doublefang]

@geraniumshurricane started following you

"You really need to learn how to watch your six, Stampede." Came a slightly annoyed musing behind the blonde.

Behind the young man, the Double Fang stood, casually side clocking a would-be assassin with a knife clear in the face with one of his cross guns. He decked the fool so hard, the poor bastard went flying through a nearby alleyway wall, sliding down it dramatically and obviously out cold.

"However have you survived this long? I almost pity my brother." He muttered under his breath.

Now this was quiet the complicated turn of event. He was here on a job himself for the church, but to run into this guy again was not on his to-do list.

"You shouldn't be here at this time of night, fool. It's dangerous.''

[millionsnife]

@geraniumshurricane || took a bug taxi and now we're in the boonies

He pointedly avoided Vash's gaze, staring at the blank beige wall of the room the two of them had been laid up in for the past few days instead.

"I know you have something you want to say," Knives said finally. "So you might as well just say it. It's not like either of us is going anywhere anytime soon." Well, he wasn't at least. Vash was probably put together enough to leave if he truly wanted to even with the injuries he did have after July.

And yet here he was, still here.

[fatedstrands]

Abandoned By God

@geraniumshurricane asked:

“Calm down, you are safe.” Delirium. Agony. Pain. He was abandoned, cast aside like he was nothing. He'd protected his Divine so He could be removed from the warzone by the others, the God injured heavily from something he didn't quite understand. But this left the male broken and vulnerable as poison from the bullets of the townsfolk leeched into his veins and burned his body hot. He'd lashed out until his mind went blank and his meat sack finally gave out. The last he'd seen was vibrant teal reaching for him. Twisted dreams haunted the apostle, ripping screams from his throat as he writhed in bouts of awareness that had thrust him from the chilled throws of wretched agony. He knew not his words in those moments, knew not his pleas for the Divine to end his life, nor had he know frantic confessions of fear and terror. Least of all the prayers for forgiveness, for his sins and his weakness. When the fever finally broke, the nightmares grew violent, foul and cruel as parasitic growths formed on his body, when clawed out tendrils of viscera was hauled with it. Each movement pulled through his muscles, making him feel like strands of his body were tugged free with the strange writhing mass of soon congealed blood.

To which, a beak-like protrusion formed, gelatinous to the touch before the many mouths parted to let forth a horrid cacophony of screams;

And he awoke to his own voice, raised in weakened terror at the veil, writhing as pain followed from his dream, morphing the sound to unholy agony. It's not too long before hands find his body, pushing him down to the bed, a soothing voice of an angel easing the mangled mass of frayed nerves and tortured thoughts.

Golden rings blearily tried to focus, seeing a halo of light framing a soft face laced with fear and concern as the Angel looked upon his pathetic form. Shame filled his gaze, but he relented into the demanding hold, sinking down into the surprisingly plush surface. It wasn't lavish, but for one used to a stone cot, it was paradise.

Calm down, you are safe.

The words laid upon him were like a blanket to his soul, the metal in his mind resonating with the tone of the other's voice, settling from the presence of Divinity above. Though the pain still ran rampant through his body, crashing and thrashing like a wild devil, he'd managed to restrain it's reveal to ragged breaths and full body tremors.

"Forgive me, Angel. I should be stronger." though vocals were torn, they were found in whispered prayer to the one above him, eyes glossing with agony once more as he bit to blood vessels to silence the sounds threatening his form.

"Please, worry not over my wretched form. For this is how I shall atone for my sins. Or be sent to the devil should it not be enough." a hand found his rosary, still thankfully intact despite the horrors his body faced against the betrayal of the Undertaker and the poisoned foray of the townsfolk.

The blissful grasp of dreamless sleep reached for him, clawing his mind down into the frozen abyss as tears formed in his eyes yet never fell.

When next he woke it had been weeks since he'd dropped, in another place, the soft bed he'd been in replaced for the desert sand. The roaring fire beside his frame eased the chill of the evening nipping at his skin. Lids flutter open as he stared upon the darkening sky, lights twinkling from an unfathomable distance away, offering soft sparks of wonderous dreaming.

He shifted, a dull groan echoing from his ribs as slowly pain threaded into tired bones. He'd known not that he'd been tended to for so long, that his whole survival had been treated to in the throws of barely registered awareness and raw weakness. He knew not of his murmurs of gratitude and mewls of affection, though he feared for what had transpired in his lost mind.

Finally, he sat up of his own accord, an arm tucked around his sweatered chest, noting his usual bulky jacket had been discarded somewhere. He felt bare, despite the clothing adorning his skin, free hand drifting to his head where blood had trailed from his right ear, a soft sigh at the reveal of another bleeding event from within his skull. The Doctor would be displeased.

Eyes slowly took in the space he was in, fear itching at his veins, threading through to the Strands within as a meek whimper left his disoriented throat, finding the vocal net torn beyond use, causing only a deeper thread of dread to plunge into his body;

Where was he, what had happened, to him and to his God?

"Calm down, you are safe."

There is was again, those same words whispered in faint glimpses of a dream, or was it reality? They reached for him just as teal glinted in firelight, making him recoil from their arching path. Eyes narrowed in pain as he pushed himself, threading the frailest shard of his power to freeze the arm before it could reach further.

Though even that was too much for him, releasing the grip on the other's body with a ragged breath as eyes slowly focused on the golden halo once more. They cleared, noting details and soon he froze, staring Divinity in the eye with a new fear lacing through mortal flesh;

This was not his God. But the brother He'd so desperately reached for.

Which only meant he had been abandoned by God.

[knaivcs]

"Nai!" Vash grins as he jumps onto his back. "Our Birthday is coming up, do you know what you want?"

"Oh, is it already that time?" Nai asks, shocked that it's already July.

"Why would I need anything when I've got you?" he laughs, holding onto Vash's arms currently wound around his neck and shoulders.

[adventures-written]

Something just seemed to take him over and the blonde had lost control of his body. Vash boldly wraps her close in his jacket, holding her there makes him flush but his eyes say many different things. He leans in and places a soft kiss between her ear and jaw.

She felt warmth rush to her face, her cheeks tinting a soft pink as Vash wrapped her up in his jacket. It was an unexpected reaction, but she wasn't against it at all. She opened her mouth, about to tell him that she was ok. She wasn't cold or anything, but what came out was a soft gasp as the Independent placed a soft kiss just below her ear.

It sent a shiver rushing through her, and she felt her face warm further. She leaned back against him further, not finding anymore complaints to be had. This was ok.

[duunswitch]

@geraniumshurricane || is that a bird???

"Are those real wings, or are they some sort of costume? They're kinda huge. Do they even fit in doors?"

[nothinglikegod]

"Wolfwood!" Vash runs-leaps into your arms because he missed you.

"Spikey! Spikey! The punisher-!"

He's shouldering about 300 lbs. That's no problem, but it makes a few more feel like a ton. Nevertheless, he catches his comrade with open arms and smiles against his silken are before tumbling backward.

[stungunpudding]

@geraniumshurricane || can you explain it again for me

"Okay so... You're Mr. Vash the Stampede, and your brother is Mr. Millions Knives... I think I got it." She nods to herself, making notes in her notepad. "And Mr. Knives is the one doing all the bad stuff, but you're always there when it happens which is why you're Mr. The Stampede. Got it!" A pause.

"Was that right?"

[insilentruin]

Dark Night of the Soul || @geraniumshurricane

| 🗡 | The night was deep and still. Knives drifted in and out of sleep, feeling exhausted beyond any fatigue he'd ever felt in his younger days. His hair was nearly eclipsed black, a single touch of blond remained, silvery in the moonslight through the window.

He had not slept properly but once since the day he and Vash fled from their final battleground. Too afraid his brother would not survive, too afraid he'd lose the only thing holding him to this world now. Without Vash, he would not see the next sunsrise. Losing the fight against his too mortal-like body, he'd slipped into a shadowy dream.

The human he'd put his trust in to help Vash looked stricken as Knives stood before him. He'd only been gone for a moment--how could anything have happened--

"I-I'm sorry, but he's--There was nothing more I could do--"

Knives opened his mouth--about to demand he explain what he was talking about--but no sound came out. He was numb, trying to move but his limb refused. The entropy of the knowledge that his brother was gone refused to break, gravity pulling him down, he was drowning, could not draw breath, too tense to feel anything but his muscles shaking--

With jerk that brought him from the dregs of nightmare, Knives was on his feet before he'd opened his eyes. The inexorable bond he shared with his brother would have told him if he was gone--wouldn't it? Was that what the dream has been painting?

Before he was even able to think more than Vash's name he was stumbling through the doorway of the room he knew Vash would be lying in. There was sweat on his face, and panic in his normally cool eyes. Please--please--Vash--

[livio-doublefang]

geraniumshurricane asked: White wings expand as he looks over the small town for a moment and then looks over his shoulder to see a familiar face. "-- Oh, I didn't see you there, Livio."

"....What in Gods name...?"

The Doctors drugs had to be kicking in again. Either that or he really was going crazy.

Why did Vash look like-....

"An Angel."

[millionsnife]

@geraniumshurricane replied to your post “knives here to steal your girl, vash or at least...”:

Vash: OH HELL NO --

​"What's wrong, Vash? Don't like my new hat?"

[fatedstrands]

The Abandoned Becomes The Divine

It felt like a lifetime since the lost had been near enough to feel this presence weighing upon the world. How long had it been, since the Divine had turned on him? Since his devotion had been cast aside for nothing? How long had it been since he'd been told that no one cared he'd been thought dead by the lips of a mock priest? He'd been told to stay back, to remain out of it and protect the compound, to keep everyone clustered away from the Plant facility. He hadn't known what was coming until the presence had built, the oppressive weight locking him in the open as his Strands fled to the protected embrace of the Gods. From the distance, he could hear it, begging pleas and cold growls. Bullets ringing out and meeting metal and stone a melody to the harmony of their voices. His mind drifts, feet slowly moving forward, as if alive of their own volition. Whispers, impression pressing upon the threads within his brain, splitting his mind apart with a sweetened force, like loving hands guiding a struggling beast from it's shell. Memories flutter past him, eyes glossed to the world before him. Moments where he stood before a pile of corpses, bloodied smile twisted up, eyes searching for approval and receiving nothing but a cold stare and the back of a halo as his purpose left him. Abruptly the corpses burst to life, a writhing amalgamation of intent, reaching out to latch over his body, hauling him back with phantom cries; He never cared You outlasted your use You were just a tool You're too pathetic You weren't devoted enough How could He love something so wretched How could anyone care for something so worthless Weak Weak Weak! He writhed against it, lips parting on a scream that never found life, falling to his knees with a sudden violence he choked, hands smearing over his mouth, pressing into ears and digging into his open mouth to strangle him from within- Light bloomed before him, casting the mangled shadows away as teal arched towards him, a precious sight as eyes followed the delicate arch to vibrant eyes beneath the ever brighter glow of the golden halo. Familiar yet uncannily different eyes looked to him, the corners pinched as lips curled into a delicate smile. It fluttered, a flurry of the same face. Always warm, always sweet, with eyes pinched in the corners, the vibrant notes of the angel's song rippling with mirth or fluttering with heady sin. How eyes, even deep in the throws of carnal sin looked to him with a passion he'd never seen cast to him. A gunshot snapped the veil open, pressing the beauty aside as something hot and sticky spatters across his features. Gone was the beautiful angel smiling down to him, replaced before him was the strained horror, the crippling fear and pain in deep blues. It took far too long for the broken to realize what had happened. The fight had pushed into the city deep enough they'd found the kneeling occultist, and in the heat of it all a bullet had strayed, caught within the form of an Angel, clipping his own cheek as divinity embraced him. He barely noted the swathe of feathers arching around his form, the halo he'd seen cresting to an even greater reach. Words are spoken, a frantic desperation tumbling from the divine before the beast beyond bellows, a roaring howl of rage drowning out even the loudest of thoughts. The sound ripped away the sight of the angel, replacing it with the dark scowl, the gnashing teeth, the cold indifference and the sneering disgust cast upon him by the past. When the unmoving body is gathered up and moved, he struggles meekly. Weak! Weak! Worthless! A grunt of shock breaks from his sealed throat, tucked into the sharp heat of the sun which burned the nightmares away. Anger, rage, an animalistic violence stained beautiful features as the Angel fell further and further into damnation before his very eyes. "Legato." The name draws the lambs eyes, looking upon the blood stained man, the phantom of his nightmares in the flesh, or was it another horror that struck him when he felt most at ease?

[knaivcs]

Screaming with Reki about Oshi no Ko...

[adventures-written]

The blonde had sent the package well within the time limit, he actually had to ask one of the gun-ho guns to deliver it, knowing that any human were to deliver it to his music room would be in danger of trespassing. Inside the wooden box was a crystalized flower followed by a letter.

Dear Nai,

I hope you didn't send your gift late, I'm sure you were worrying about what to give me but it's okay if you didn't give me anything. I know you aren't fond of items but I though this is something you would like. It took some experimenting and but it's one of my flowers that is crystalized. I was thinking maybe you would keep it by your piano? Unless you have a room of your own you could keep it in there too.

Thinking of you,

Vash <3

As Knives read the letter, he felt a ping of annoyance. Had that courier he had gotten to deliver Vash's present not done his job? It would seem he had a human to hunt down...

He pulled out the crystalized flower, holding it in one hand with the letter clutched in the other. There was a certain fondness to his expression as he looked over the two items. This certainly would be a cherished piece, one he would keep safe by his piano. He did not want to risk anyone taking it and no one goes in there without his permission...

[bone-pile-rp]

Smooches Livio's cheek. "It's okay Livio. At least some people know you are amazing."

Did he just get a smooch? Livio looks down slightly stunned. He can't deny it though, it made him cheer up a little bit! An itty bitty smile and a dusting of rose comes to his face.

"Heh, thanks. I certainly try."

[micsmasmuses]

@geraniumshurricane asked : 💋 Vash & Meryl

𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 — send 💋 for a first kiss between our muses.

It’s the afternoon, they’re alone and just basking in each others company. It’s quiet… thankfully. Besides Vash talking about things as the sky turns it’s oranges and pinks. Meryl looks over to him as he rambles on about something from years ago as she just seems admire him. But god… can’t he shut up for just a moment? But instead of being rude and getting up she instead does what’s been on her mind for a while now the more they risk their lives.

Caressing his cheek as she has him face her she soon leans in capturing the blonde in a kiss as her eyes flutter shut. Both hands on his cheeks as she has him relax under her.

It can only last so long as they part. Her gaze meeting his as her cheeks grow a soft pink.

“You talk too much Vash…”