[Ooooh my god this guy is going to kill him, Jesus Christ.
How are you supposed to act, really, when the mere act of kissing a guy makes him look at you like you put the stars in the sky? Granted, Wolfwood would have to have one hell of a strong constitution to say he isn't feeling similarly, he just is too drunk still to really untangle the web of emotions he's feeling right now. It...hurts. But he's also...happy? He thinks? A foreign emotion to be sure, one that he isn't sure he can even trust. Yet, Vash manages to shatter any trepidation that manages to creep in by leaning in to kiss him again, his lips just barely brushing the edge of his mouth in a way that coaxes Wolfwood into chasing him for another kiss right back, as if he can't stand to be outdone.
He licks his lips, thoughtful. The sweetness of sticky sugar is strong between them still, as is the bitter aftertaste of the whiskey. Despite that, Wolfwood is certain he can taste something that is uniquely Vash underneath the surface, addictive to him in a way that's legitimately scary.
What's going to happen, when they've sobered up and have to come to terms with what they've done? What's going to happen, even, between now and then to add on to the pile? He just doesn't know.
...right. Vash just said something, didn't he?]
Yeah. Really fucking stupid.
[Wolfwood makes a face, then he leans in and kisses Vash's forehead.]
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Date: 2023-12-22 08:19 pm (UTC)How are you supposed to act, really, when the mere act of kissing a guy makes him look at you like you put the stars in the sky? Granted, Wolfwood would have to have one hell of a strong constitution to say he isn't feeling similarly, he just is too drunk still to really untangle the web of emotions he's feeling right now. It...hurts. But he's also...happy? He thinks? A foreign emotion to be sure, one that he isn't sure he can even trust. Yet, Vash manages to shatter any trepidation that manages to creep in by leaning in to kiss him again, his lips just barely brushing the edge of his mouth in a way that coaxes Wolfwood into chasing him for another kiss right back, as if he can't stand to be outdone.
He licks his lips, thoughtful. The sweetness of sticky sugar is strong between them still, as is the bitter aftertaste of the whiskey. Despite that, Wolfwood is certain he can taste something that is uniquely Vash underneath the surface, addictive to him in a way that's legitimately scary.
What's going to happen, when they've sobered up and have to come to terms with what they've done? What's going to happen, even, between now and then to add on to the pile? He just doesn't know.
...right. Vash just said something, didn't he?]
Yeah. Really fucking stupid.
[Wolfwood makes a face, then he leans in and kisses Vash's forehead.]
But for some reason, I wanna keep kissin' you.