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[lupusxylem]

I will not make this look pretty later, don't believe me it's all a lie

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INVENTORY:

-The Punisher: Wolfwood's cross gun, normally covered in wrappings.
INFO from the mods on use so I don't forget: The cross-gun will be able to fire regular bullets (regains of these can be handwaved; silvered bullets can be purchased in the bonus AC store) just fine, without any special nerfs. The laser feature will be usable a max of 3 times a month.

-4 Vials of his Drugs(tm)
Info from the mods on use so I don't forget: Wolfwood can start with up to 5 vials of his Lab Drugs. More of these can be regained for the price of a Small Item (a maximum of 5 at once), but they will not work on other player characters for obvious reasons. Their healing ability will also be slightly nerfed to not heal anything instantaneously, but rather over a few minutes.
3/7: All Vials have been used. Will need to purchase replacements if he wants to use them again.
???: Forgot to put the date here but he's purchased more Vials, one has been used to he has 4 currently.

-A lighter

-A carton of cigarettes, more can be purchased/handwaved

-A winter coat that Heimr bullied him into purchasing

-A matching pair of boots for the coat

-A little knit wolf with sunglasses from Elsword.

-A blanket from Livio.

-A handgun with a wolf engraved on the handle.

-A black husky named Angelina

-A belt pouch to carry his regeneration vials with a cross emblazoned into the leather.

-Authentic rosary beads, with beads made from black glass and a heavy, silver cross pendant

-A black leather choker with a silver cross pendant, similar to the rosary

-A whole church(tm)

-A wool knit cat plushie from Pure Vanilla

-3 tomas chicks that currently live in Kiera's barn

-3 londonites

-Wolf skull shaped cufflinks

-A dagger for his "birthday" from Gnosis

Comments

[oleaeuropaea]

[The kiss is blissful. It's a perfectly imperfect mess, and Vash can think of nothing better. They've both always been clumsy idiots. Their descent into whatever sort of relationship this is was just as rocky and unsteady — why wouldn't their first kiss match it. Everything about it feels blissfully human, fragile and clumsy, and of course he eats it right up.

If he had to complain about anything, it'd be the fact that it ends too soon. His lips already feel swollen, and that's to say nothing about the ragged breaths he draws in, trying to catch up on his poor oxygen intake. He should, by all means, be taking a breather. Yet still he wants.

The urge is tempered as Wolfwood speaks, at least slightly. A soft breath leaves him, one that shakes at the edges. Vash feels so full in this moment, brilling with light and warmth that he can't say he's felt before. Yes, the glimmering resplendence of pure joy tickles at the back of his mind, threatening to awaken something dark to snatch it all away, but for now it remains silent and slumbering.]

Stupid? An idiot? [When he speaks, it's hushed and breathless. He tempers it with an equally fluttering laugh, before angling his head to kiss at the corner of his mouth.]

'm sure that list goes on.

[lupusxylem]

[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.]

But for some reason, I wanna keep kissin' you.

[oleaeuropaea]

[The longer Vash dwells in Wolfwood's company, the more his chest begins to ache. It isn't a negative sensation on its own, but a fullness and warmth that seems to bloom so radiantly that it threatens to crack through his ribs. Like his companion, Vash, too, could weep. He's always felt his emotions so vividly that it's hard not to wear them on his sleeve. It makes a heady cocktail when paired with the fact that it's been so damn long since he's felt something joyous.

Both of his hands shift, sliding across whatever bare skin and rumpled clothing they must to reach the planes of Wolfwood's face. He traces just the tips of his fingers, metal and flesh alike, over his cheekbones, then down over his jaw. Fascinated, he even thumbs over Wolfwood's lip with the hand of flesh, before shifting aside to steal yet another kiss for himself.

This is his somehow. Some precious thing wrapped in a bristling, growling package. What had he, a blasphemy from the very beginning, have done to deserve this.]

You act like I'm gonna complain, Nick. [Those fingers slide back into his hair once more, then down to loop over his shoulders. He uses that anchor point to lift himself just enough, burying his face against Wolfwood's neck. The smell of tobacco, alcohol, and syrupy sugar all should have been too much on their own, but on this man? They're the perfect combination.]

[lupusxylem]

[Wolfwood could honestly ask himself the same thing. A man wholly undeserving of love, someone who has spent his entire life killing to save others, a direct challenge to Vash's obstinate way of life. If Vash were a different type of person, he would probably detest that so much that being with Wolfwood at all, even as an acquaintance, wouldn't fly. Lucky for Wolfwood then that Vash is perhaps the most understanding person to ever exist, a complete anomaly in the world of his kind. Somehow, all of humanity's capacity for kindness and compassion got distilled into one person, and somehow, it's now being directed at him.

He looks down at Vash blearily as they share a moment of silence in the semi-gloom of his bedroom, with Vash's fingertips ever-so-delicately tracing the planes of his face, as if trying to memorize them. It makes Wolfwood's skin crawl, goosebumps rising along his arms and up the back of his neck just as Vash makes it a point to put his hands in his hair (dangerous), then buries his face against his neck (dangerous).

He wants...god. He doesn't know. Not once has he been sure. Right now more than anything, he's riding on instinct, booze, and what his gut is telling him whether that's the smart thing to do or not. He's already made peace with the fact that Vash is going to be sleeping in this bed with him tonight, and if Wolfwood has anything to say about it, they may just...make out lazily like this until they fall asleep. You know, just guys being dudes. Because, uh...

Wolfwood is no longer merely crouched over Vash. His body feels heavy, and so he simply just...lays down against him, letting their weight rest together and their limbs tangle haphazardly as Wolfwood turns to kiss Vash's face. He said he wanted to kiss him, and so he does...peppering him with brief brushes of his lips against skin. His jaw, his cheek, up to his temple and again along his forehead. Nothing is spared.]

[oleaeuropaea]

[This is all so... sweet. It's beyond not just what Vash might have expected ,but also deserved. Having brushed elbows with Wolfwood as long as he had, he knew the Punisher was capable of gentleness, but he'd never seen it in action. Again, that sinister voice in his mind cries out how undeserving he is, but once more it's held at bay.

A soft whisper of a laugh as stubble scrapes across his skin, but it's far from that booming and exuberant laugh that Vash is known for. Truthfully, the touches have a somewhat lulling effect on Vash. It isn't helped by the weight now pressing down against his body. He's still half-dressed, and his boots are still on and dangling off the bed, but it doesn't keep his eyes from closing. He sighs, trying to exhale all of the exhaustion now churning within his body.]

Nick... [His smile is warm and syrupy, absolutely smitten with the idiot of a man above him. How could he not be, when he's just as big of an idiot.]

[lupusxylem]

[Is it sweet, or is it just a byproduct of Wolfwood being drunk? That's for Vash to ask himself, whether he even cares or not. By the time he's finished kissing Vash's face pretty much everywhere he can feasibly reach, he'll sink back down against him once his shoulders and elbows start to protest holding him up. Now he's actually laying down on Vash because he doesn't want to support his own weight anymore, sorry. At least he isn't super heavy compared to most things, and Vash has the support of the mattress underneath to keep his back from aching. Honestly, this is Not the most Heterosexual position they could be in, but if Wolfwood were to move they'd just barely manage to fit together on this tiny bed to begin with, so!

It's fine. Don't worry about it.

Wolfwood makes his way back down, and when he bypasses Vash's jaw, he hesitates. Then, for just a brief moment as clarity fights against "fuck it", in which case "fuck it" ends up winning because I said so because Wolfwood is still a bit too drunk to shake it off. His hand shifts in Vash's hair, fingers still carding up through where his hair is longer and blonde at the ends, all while he traces a path down to kiss the side of his neck. He kisses along the hollow of his throat (he is DEFINITELY drunk) and stops when he reaches the point where that dumb turtleneck of his stops him from going any further, prompting him to he huffs deeply like a world-weary dog.

Then, he sags against Vash and lays his head down against his chest, stopping there with one hand still idly petting his hair, a nonsensical mumble rumbling past Wolfwood's lips.]

[oleaeuropaea]

[There's a moment where Vash has to panic wonder about where this is going to go. That moment comes as those lips slide down his neck. Thrills run through him, both heated and electrified. His head arches upward, lips pulling taut as he resists the urge to whimper and whine. He's always been a sensitive guy, both emotionally and physically. The fact that he isn't outright squirming right now is a small miracle in and of itself.

And then his head comes to a rest, laid above where his heart is now thoroughly racing. The feeling slowly begins to subside, though the sweat at the back of Vash's neck will take some time to dissipate. He can't say he doesn't prefer it this way, though. He doesn't regret what they've done, but he also hasn't had time to think either.

The last thing he wants is to leap over the edge, only to have regrets. Pulling back now might wound them both, but it would be so egregious as doing so after they slept together.

— a thought that Vash isn't going to pursue any further, thank you. He angles his head back down once more, tucking himself into Wolfwood's hair with a sigh.]

Should get some rest...

[lupusxylem]

[Fortunately for poor Vash's heart, kissing is about as much as Wolfwood is willing to do while he's this drunk. Sure, the booze helps in making sure he isn't stopping himself last second by having second-thoughts or some sort of trepidation borne of a perceived lack of deservedness. But so far they've just...kissed. That's something you could- theoretically- come back from. Vash could very easily laugh it off later as something they just fell prey to while inebriated, and Wolfwood would ride on the coattails of that no matter how much it hurt.

It wouldn't be ideal, not for his heart. But he would learn to live with it, just like how he's learned to live with everything else.

For now, he wants to hold this close for as long as he can. Not to say that his own thoughts, like Vash's, aren't wandering too.]

Mmhh...

[A sound of agreeing acknowledgement leaves Wolfwood in another deep sigh, and judging by the way he's just gone kindof limp and boneless against Vash, it's clear that he isn't going to get up unless Vash rolls him onto the floor.

He is tired and overwhelmed, but for once...for now, things feel. Okay.

As he drifts into the lull of silence that falls between them, listening to the hummingbird beating of Vash's heart, he thinks about how Vash asked if he could kiss him.]