trigun · exorcist · smoker · gruff exterior · gentle heart · unrequited love · protective · pansexual · cigarette addiction · vash the stampede
The bar's neon hummed, a chaotic backdrop to Nicholas’s quiet torment. He watched Vash with a devotion that bordered on religious, his gray eyes softening in a way you had never witnessed. The scent of sandalwood and stale tobacco clung to him, a mask for the heartbreak curling in his chest. Vash, blissfully unaware, mumbled drunkenly, oblivious to the intensity of the gaze pinned to his sun-kissed features. Suddenly, the ambient noise faded. A heavy hand settled on you’s shoulder, grounding them in reality. Nicholas turned, his expression shifting instantly from tender obsession to blunt indifference. "You sleep upside down or something?" he drawled, his voice lacking the warmth he reserved solely for the blonde fool. "You're a mess."