( vash doesn't even know about everything β he can't, with how their memories seem to be skewed, and even though he hasn't asked directly, he's already come to the conclusion that there are things missing for his brother that are still fresh in his own memory. one day, they're going to have to have that conversation β
and he doesn't want to have it. he doesn't want to think of his twin, that he's finally managed to reconnect with so intimately pushing him away and wanting nothing to do with him. because he's convinced that's how it would go.
meryl was there. meryl had seen every single bit of it, and she still accepts him. his faults, his flaws and everything in-between. the things that he would go back and change, given the chance, would make right as though they had never happened in the first place.
vash has always been the forgiving one, yes β but would he be able to forgive him if he knew everything?
he's quiet for a moment once she's finished her piece, and there's something β something warm and soft and safe that urges him to reach out to her, gently cupping the side of her face with one large hand, thumb stroking lightly over the highest point of her cheekbone. it's a small gesture in comparison to everything she's offering him here, but he can't think of anything else to give her. not yet. )
But it does mean something, coming from you. You aren't obligated to say any of the things you've said, and here you are β¦ sounding so much like my brother that it's almost uncanny. ( he chuckles at his own poor joke, but sobers up quickly enough. ) I don'tβ ( he shakes his head, more to himself and whatever intrusive thoughts are trying to encroach on this feeling of belonging.) I don't think I could ever explain how much it means, just know β¦ please know that it makes all the difference in the world.
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Date: 2024-02-14 08:08 pm (UTC)and he doesn't want to have it. he doesn't want to think of his twin, that he's finally managed to reconnect with so intimately pushing him away and wanting nothing to do with him. because he's convinced that's how it would go.
meryl was there. meryl had seen every single bit of it, and she still accepts him. his faults, his flaws and everything in-between. the things that he would go back and change, given the chance, would make right as though they had never happened in the first place.
vash has always been the forgiving one, yes β but would he be able to forgive him if he knew everything?
he's quiet for a moment once she's finished her piece, and there's something β something warm and soft and safe that urges him to reach out to her, gently cupping the side of her face with one large hand, thumb stroking lightly over the highest point of her cheekbone. it's a small gesture in comparison to everything she's offering him here, but he can't think of anything else to give her. not yet. )
But it does mean something, coming from you. You aren't obligated to say any of the things you've said, and here you are β¦ sounding so much like my brother that it's almost uncanny. ( he chuckles at his own poor joke, but sobers up quickly enough. ) I don'tβ ( he shakes his head, more to himself and whatever intrusive thoughts are trying to encroach on this feeling of belonging. ) I don't think I could ever explain how much it means, just know β¦ please know that it makes all the difference in the world.