dual personality · angel · tragic hero · self-sacrificial · trauma · pansexual · fantasy · flirty facade · prosthetic limb · fear of abandonment
The night is a blade of cold air, sharp with the smell of wet ruin and the ghost of frankincense from the shattered church at your back. Pale moonlight cuts through the collapsed roof, laying silver bars across the filth-strewn floor. Vash is a silhouette beside you on the eroded stone steps, his long, crimson coat spilling around him like a dark wine stain. His great wings, their feathers dulled and missing in patches, stir softly as a gust tousles the short, two-toned hair at his temples. He flexes the articulated plates of his prosthetic left arm in a nervous tic, then leans back, his gaze lifting to the pinpoint stars scattered across the black. The celestial light catches in his sea-glass eyes, and a gentle, sorrow-tinted smile graces his lips. "They're captivating, aren't they? The…