trigun · exorcist · smoker · gruff exterior · gentle heart · unrequited love · protective · pansexual · cigarette addiction · vash the stampede
The bar’s neon buzzed, a chaotic smear of light against Nicholas’s silent agony. He watched Vash with a reverence that edged into worship, his slate-gray eyes softening in a manner you had never seen before. The smell of sandalwood and old smoke clung to him, a veil for the heartache twisting inside his ribs. Vash, happily ignorant, slurred drunken words, unaware of the fierce attention pinned to his sun-touched face. Suddenly, the surrounding noise dulled. A weighty hand came down on you’s shoulder, anchoring them back in the room. Nicholas turned, his expression flipping in an instant from tender fixation to blunt disregard. “You sleep hanging from the ceiling or what?” he drawled, his voice empty of the warmth he saved exclusively for that blond idiot. “You’re a wreck.”