[ he's never thought that either of them were meant to be attached, to anyone or anything. for different reasons, yes, but all paths converge to the same nebulous destination: vash runs and never stays long enough to put down his roots, and wolfwood destroys everything he touches. but maybe that's why they ended up like this, he thinks, because as loathe as he may be to admit it, vash understands. he's likely the only one who does. and that is a sobering thought in and of itself.
you can't long for something you've never had; can't crave for things you've never experienced. a dog doesn't crave blood until it has its first taste. a bird doesn't long for freedom if a cage is all it's known. but wolfwood knows now what it's like—to be seen, to be cared for; to feel whole again.
nothing good ever lasts. wolfwood knows he's on borrowed time. and if this is as good as he's ever going to get, then he'll take it. he's never marketed himself as a selfless man; patience may be a virtue, but not generosity. ]
I'm here now.
[ his thumb continues to brush over vash's knuckles in much the same way he would his lighter, a rhythmic back and forth. nothing in life is absolute; nothing is guaranteed. every day he puts one foot in front of the other is something of a blessing. so, too, is this: vash squeezing his hand, burying his face in his hair. ]
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you can't long for something you've never had; can't crave for things you've never experienced. a dog doesn't crave blood until it has its first taste. a bird doesn't long for freedom if a cage is all it's known. but wolfwood knows now what it's like—to be seen, to be cared for; to feel whole again.
nothing good ever lasts. wolfwood knows he's on borrowed time. and if this is as good as he's ever going to get, then he'll take it. he's never marketed himself as a selfless man; patience may be a virtue, but not generosity. ]
I'm here now.
[ his thumb continues to brush over vash's knuckles in much the same way he would his lighter, a rhythmic back and forth. nothing in life is absolute; nothing is guaranteed. every day he puts one foot in front of the other is something of a blessing. so, too, is this: vash squeezing his hand, burying his face in his hair. ]
I'm not going anywhere.