[ he could have stalked off, continue his warpath until he found whatever proof he wanted, he even thought about it for a second before settling down onto the grass beside him. some part of him screamed to do it, to detach himself before things get worse, before he honestly, truthfully, falls into the nearly irresistible pull of the humanoid typhoon. ha, as if he wasn't swept into it the first day they met when meryl's car came careening into him like... well a speeding fucking car.
he had been doomed from the start.
wolfwood shifts almost awkwardly, finding himself almost unable to watch vash chew clinically away at the sandwich, so he lets himself fall back onto the grass his back hitting it with a soft thud. better like this, at the right angle it's hard to tell where he is looking, his shades obscuring whatever directions his eyes may drift. how the fuck did all of this happen? what relief he had been feeling before sinks like a stone in his stomach, twisting uncomfortably as he looks from vash's back to the sky above them. did he do this? did delivering vash like a lamb to the slaughter, cause all of this? did whatever crazy-ass plan knives have work? or did it go completely out of control and destroy everything?
hopeland, the others, what the hell was it all for? ]
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he had been doomed from the start.
wolfwood shifts almost awkwardly, finding himself almost unable to watch vash chew clinically away at the sandwich, so he lets himself fall back onto the grass his back hitting it with a soft thud. better like this, at the right angle it's hard to tell where he is looking, his shades obscuring whatever directions his eyes may drift. how the fuck did all of this happen? what relief he had been feeling before sinks like a stone in his stomach, twisting uncomfortably as he looks from vash's back to the sky above them. did he do this? did delivering vash like a lamb to the slaughter, cause all of this? did whatever crazy-ass plan knives have work? or did it go completely out of control and destroy everything?
hopeland, the others, what the hell was it all for? ]