[ the silence stretches on. vash sits easily sprawled on the grass, the red coat folded up underneath him, looking up at the other man expectantly. he knows (and he knows that wolfwood knows) that he has a stubborn streak, he will wait for as long as wolfwood takes to decide whether to double down or nothing at all. sometimes, when he's pushed too far, the other man would simply choose to stalk away - giving himself a time out, meryl used to call it, with a little roll of her eyes - and that memory suddenly coming back, all of it flooding back into the empty space in his gut like a floodgate has shattered open somewhere, makes vash nearly want to double up. why was he here, when nobody else is? how can he be here, with wolfwood, in this garden that smells like fresh air and grass and sweetness, when -
he feels, belatedly realising, a little sick.
eat it, wolfwood says, and it's not a suggestion - if the threat that follows (it isn't a joke either - if anything, vash would like to say he knows wolfwood) is any indication. vash stares down at the sandwich, worrying the inside of his cheek for a moment, before raising it to his lips and taking a small bite out of it.
his stomach protests silently - so tight from hunger that eating is at this point something of a discomfort - but vash doesn't react outwardly - there's something almost clinical in the way he chews, meticulously as if he is willing his body to just absorb all the nutrients just by the act of it before it even makes its way down his throat. but eventually, he will have to. ]
is it too late to say cw: eating disorder
he feels, belatedly realising, a little sick.
eat it, wolfwood says, and it's not a suggestion - if the threat that follows (it isn't a joke either - if anything, vash would like to say he knows wolfwood) is any indication. vash stares down at the sandwich, worrying the inside of his cheek for a moment, before raising it to his lips and taking a small bite out of it.
his stomach protests silently - so tight from hunger that eating is at this point something of a discomfort - but vash doesn't react outwardly - there's something almost clinical in the way he chews, meticulously as if he is willing his body to just absorb all the nutrients just by the act of it before it even makes its way down his throat. but eventually, he will have to. ]