[ it's not in the least bit stupid -- it's wolfwood that feels stupid, like the world's biggest asshole when he'd forgotten something like this. it moves him, too, to know that vash cherishes something so much, holds it so close to his heart.
wolfwood turns away from that fake smile, assuming that vash is still angry with him, and he ought to be. how many nights have they spent together, how often have they fucked slowly, sweetly, and still wolfwood didn't remember the gift he'd given him.
so when they finally reach the hotel, wolfwood nods at his smile, but lingers outside to light a cigarette and take time for himself. he gives vash ten, fifteen minutes before he lets himself into the room that they'll be sharing together. it's small but decent, quite clean and nice, all things considered. he'd spent the last quarter of an hour or so forming a proper apology and had run through so many options, and now, he finally settles on something simple. ]
'm sorry, Vash. Shouldn't have gone at you like that. And shouldn't have forgotten.
[ simple. clean. no excuses. wolfwood doesn't do excuses. ]
[ vash knows that sometimes, wolfwood just needs some time to himself, so he doesn't comment when he disappears, although some small fissure of worry lingers in the back of his head. getting irrationally angry about not having the plushie was, well, irrational.
thinking of the plushie, he digs it out of his jacket, ready to put it back in his bag so it doesn't get lost again when wolfwood returns. he looks up from the soft, gray plushie to wolfwood, eyes going wide and expression soft when he says that. since he's in the room, with no need to keep the light out of his eyes or hide his expression, he has his glasses off, so his face is exposed, vulnerable. ]
Wolfwood. [ vash crosses the room in a few steps, wrapping his arms around wolfwood, tucking his face against his shoulder, the plushie still in his fist. he forgives wolfwood, just like that; there was never a possibility of not forgiving him. ] Nicholas. I'm sorry I punched you. It wasn't a big gift, I don't expect you to remember.
[ and it really is okay, in vash's mind, that he doesn't remember; it was a small gift, nothing major to most people. but the bunny plush is important to him, important enough to throw a fit about. ]
[ wolfwood grimaces. vash, so beautiful, so open and so soft and vulnerable, forgives too easily, loves too deeply, and even if it's him, wolfwood doesn't want vash to discount his feelings like that. it shouldn't be okay. it shouldn't be, not when he's seen how willingly vash will throw down for it. the plushie in his hand looks so treasured and precious, and he comes to grip vash by the back of his neck, cradling him there. ]
Vash. Expect better from people. From me.
[ he tells him gruffly. he's never thought his gifts would be so precious to someone, and as he presses his forehead to his, he sighs. ] I should've remembered. I'm not used to anyone thinking that anything I give them has value.
[ he deserves an explanation. he deserves more than what wolfwood can give him. ]
[ vash's expression goes complicated when wolfwood admits that, soft and open and sad. wolfwood's such a good person thrust into a role that made him hard, surrounded by walls to protect his heart. no wonder why he didn't remember giving it to vash.
vash leans in, pressing his lips to wolfwood's in a quick, hard kiss. ] Everything you give me has value. Everything. [ he cherishes wolfwood so much, and it means so much to him that wolfwood is there. that wolfwood wants him in return. ]
I don't have much, especially not gifts from people. So something like this, a gift from you.... [ how can he explain what it makes him feel? even when he'd thought it something small, almost a throwaway gift, it had meant so much to him. ]
I'll always treasure it. [ He wavers for a second, voice catching, but ventures on: ] And you. [ I'll always treasure you, he means, and he hopes that comes through. ]
[ how is vash still this gentle and soft and so, so loving? the sweetness of his response and the way he kisses him makes wolfwood's heart skip a beat. the touch of his lips on his is welcome, the hard kiss punctuating what he means to say.
it's the first time someone tells him that he has value, shows him, too, in the way he treasures the gift he'd given him, so much so that he'd fight him for it. he's moved by the sincerity of his actions, his words, and his heart hurts. oh, how wolfwood would give him everything that he can, to make up for all the things he doesn't have.
wolfwood presses close and kisses him back, but this time the kiss is drawn out, longer. more wanting. what he can't put in words, he hopes vash can feel in his kiss. he wants him, he loves him, he cherishes him more than anything else. ]
Silly.
[ he says between kisses, his voice rough as he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. ] You totally just want more gifts from me.
[ vash knows what that joke is, a way for wolfwood to lighten the mood, to deal with the emotions he hides so carefully but that come spilling out. vash grins against wolfwood's lips, and he pulls away just enough to look at him with puppy eyes, big and bright and helpless. ]
Does that mean you'll get me more?
[ he doesn't care if wolfwood never gives him another gift. just this is enough, every kiss, every touch, every moment they spend wrapped around each other in bed. he'll always have these memories, and the plushie, and that's more than he deserves.
[ wolfwood says after a moment, because he wants vash to have more things. he remembers seeing him in his home, the scant belongings he had there too -- and his heart aches for him. wolfwood might not have much, but he wants vash to have everything he can want.
hell, why wouldn't he, when vash is looking at him like this, so painfully cute and hopeful and eager? it's too blinding, too adorable, and he pinches his cheeks. ]
But uuuuugh, I hate when you look at me like that!
[ the pinch hurts (not really; it, in fact, feels good because it means wolfwood's hands are on him) and vash whines, knocking away wolfwood's hands and rubbing his cheek, looking at him with a pout. ]
Well get used to it, that's always how I look at you, you meanie.
[ wolfwood can't help a smile and a gruff little noise because stop looking so cute, jerk. what is he to do with you? his hands, however, comes to cup his face briefly before letting him go. if vash looks at him like that all the time, well... well. that's really kind of nice. and it makes wolfwood shy. and embarrassed. so he quickly changes the subject: ]
[ vash's lips part, tongue peeking out as he thinks. no one's ever asked him what he wants, and he's left scrambling to think of an answer. Eventually, he settles on a small, awkward laugh, rubbing the back of his head. ]
I've never thought about it? I'll take anything you give me, really. And you don't have to buy me presents, I was just saying that if you do, I'll treasure them.
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wolfwood turns away from that fake smile, assuming that vash is still angry with him, and he ought to be. how many nights have they spent together, how often have they fucked slowly, sweetly, and still wolfwood didn't remember the gift he'd given him.
so when they finally reach the hotel, wolfwood nods at his smile, but lingers outside to light a cigarette and take time for himself. he gives vash ten, fifteen minutes before he lets himself into the room that they'll be sharing together. it's small but decent, quite clean and nice, all things considered. he'd spent the last quarter of an hour or so forming a proper apology and had run through so many options, and now, he finally settles on something simple. ]
'm sorry, Vash. Shouldn't have gone at you like that. And shouldn't have forgotten.
[ simple. clean. no excuses. wolfwood doesn't do excuses. ]
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thinking of the plushie, he digs it out of his jacket, ready to put it back in his bag so it doesn't get lost again when wolfwood returns. he looks up from the soft, gray plushie to wolfwood, eyes going wide and expression soft when he says that. since he's in the room, with no need to keep the light out of his eyes or hide his expression, he has his glasses off, so his face is exposed, vulnerable. ]
Wolfwood. [ vash crosses the room in a few steps, wrapping his arms around wolfwood, tucking his face against his shoulder, the plushie still in his fist. he forgives wolfwood, just like that; there was never a possibility of not forgiving him. ] Nicholas. I'm sorry I punched you. It wasn't a big gift, I don't expect you to remember.
[ and it really is okay, in vash's mind, that he doesn't remember; it was a small gift, nothing major to most people. but the bunny plush is important to him, important enough to throw a fit about. ]
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Vash. Expect better from people. From me.
[ he tells him gruffly. he's never thought his gifts would be so precious to someone, and as he presses his forehead to his, he sighs. ] I should've remembered. I'm not used to anyone thinking that anything I give them has value.
[ he deserves an explanation. he deserves more than what wolfwood can give him. ]
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vash leans in, pressing his lips to wolfwood's in a quick, hard kiss. ] Everything you give me has value. Everything. [ he cherishes wolfwood so much, and it means so much to him that wolfwood is there. that wolfwood wants him in return. ]
I don't have much, especially not gifts from people. So something like this, a gift from you.... [ how can he explain what it makes him feel? even when he'd thought it something small, almost a throwaway gift, it had meant so much to him. ]
I'll always treasure it. [ He wavers for a second, voice catching, but ventures on: ] And you. [ I'll always treasure you, he means, and he hopes that comes through. ]
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it's the first time someone tells him that he has value, shows him, too, in the way he treasures the gift he'd given him, so much so that he'd fight him for it. he's moved by the sincerity of his actions, his words, and his heart hurts. oh, how wolfwood would give him everything that he can, to make up for all the things he doesn't have.
wolfwood presses close and kisses him back, but this time the kiss is drawn out, longer. more wanting. what he can't put in words, he hopes vash can feel in his kiss. he wants him, he loves him, he cherishes him more than anything else. ]
Silly.
[ he says between kisses, his voice rough as he tries to lighten the mood with a joke. ] You totally just want more gifts from me.
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Does that mean you'll get me more?
[ he doesn't care if wolfwood never gives him another gift. just this is enough, every kiss, every touch, every moment they spend wrapped around each other in bed. he'll always have these memories, and the plushie, and that's more than he deserves.
not that he'll say no to more gifts. ]
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[ wolfwood says after a moment, because he wants vash to have more things. he remembers seeing him in his home, the scant belongings he had there too -- and his heart aches for him. wolfwood might not have much, but he wants vash to have everything he can want.
hell, why wouldn't he, when vash is looking at him like this, so painfully cute and hopeful and eager? it's too blinding, too adorable, and he pinches his cheeks. ]
But uuuuugh, I hate when you look at me like that!
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Well get used to it, that's always how I look at you, you meanie.
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Well then, what else did you want me to get ya?
[ he'll take notes. ]
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I've never thought about it? I'll take anything you give me, really. And you don't have to buy me presents, I was just saying that if you do, I'll treasure them.