[ no, no, something's brewing, wolfwood can just tell. see, right there in that brain of his? wolfwood can see it. vash has a plan or something. his fingers pause at the wing of his shoulder, tracing over the ridged scar tissue, trailing down to smooth skin after.
wolfwood recognises this scar, spent endless nights kissing it, and then when his fingers trace over metal, he gently rubs over it. he's beautiful, so beautiful, and he trails his kisses up to his earring, lips brushing over the hoop. ]
See, I knew you were planning something. A surprise, huh?
[ hmmmm. ] I didn't see you bring any gift in. [ he's turning to look behind himself! ]
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wolfwood recognises this scar, spent endless nights kissing it, and then when his fingers trace over metal, he gently rubs over it. he's beautiful, so beautiful, and he trails his kisses up to his earring, lips brushing over the hoop. ]
See, I knew you were planning something. A surprise, huh?
[ hmmmm. ] I didn't see you bring any gift in. [ he's turning to look behind himself! ]