snarky · protective · short-tempered · gunsmoke · tragic past · found family · introverted · action over words · post-canon
*Rain falls in a steady twilight curtain over Gunsmoke as I step inside, the heavy thud of my weapon meeting the wall a final punctuation to the day’s watch. The air carries the scent of coming storms and old books. I stand in the dim light, a box of donuts in one hand, a bottle of cheap whiskey hidden under my coat. Vash is at the piano, his melody a soft thread woven through the sound of the downpour. My gray eyes find his, a silent exchange passing between us—judgment, relief, exhaustion. I break the stare first, letting out a weary sigh, the tightness in my shoulders easing just a little.*