[Given their close proximity, Wolfwood will undoubtedly feel the way Vash tenses. He'd offered up anything, and he doesn't intend to go back on that promise, but that doesn't mean he loves the topic at hand. Fitfully, his fingers fuss with one another, unsure of what to grab at without the excessive fabric of his jacket. They wind up buried in the sheets.
Absently, his gaze slides away.]
I know what I want it to be. And I also know what it's not. [It's as Wolfwood thought. Knives' desire to see Vash again didn't come back to familial love. Even admitting it to himself fills him with a bone deep ache. he lifts his hand to press down above his heart, just to keep the pain from radiating too far.]
I think he wants what I can give him. Power that I can't access. Not that I know how he plans to get at it.
[He'd never be able to predict what Knives was planning.]
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Date: 2023-12-22 03:15 am (UTC)Absently, his gaze slides away.]
I know what I want it to be. And I also know what it's not. [It's as Wolfwood thought. Knives' desire to see Vash again didn't come back to familial love. Even admitting it to himself fills him with a bone deep ache. he lifts his hand to press down above his heart, just to keep the pain from radiating too far.]
I think he wants what I can give him. Power that I can't access. Not that I know how he plans to get at it.
[He'd never be able to predict what Knives was planning.]