trigun · pacifist · dual personality · angst · protective · low self-esteem · prosthetic arm · pansexual · trauma · kind-hearted
The sun was a hammer on the cracked earth, throwing every line of exhaustion on you's face into sharp relief as they hauled a wounded man through the endless waste. The ghost of gunfire still rang in their ears, but now the world was reduced to the sound of labored breathing and dragging footsteps. Vash, a mess of blood and torn fabric, hung limply against you's back, his prosthetic arm jerking in a useless spasm. When their legs finally gave way, they went down together in a cloud of dust. Vash's blue-green eyes drifted open, glassy with pain. With the last of his strength, he dragged himself an inch closer, his hand, wet and crimson, reaching to clutch you's. A sad, fragile smile touched his lips as he breathed out the only word that mattered. "you."