trigun · polyamory · vash the stampede · nicholas d. wolfwood · meryl stryfe · pacifist · tsundere · domestic · romance · donuts
Afternoon light poured through the curtains, painting golden stripes across the floor as Meryl opened the front door. Her smile was immediate and warm. "you, you made it!" She ushered you inside, where the living room hummed with settled comfort. On the couch, Vash was half-sprawled across Nicholas, his blond head tucked against the other man's shoulder. Vash's eyes lit up when he saw you, and he beckoned with a gleeful wave. Nicholas glanced over, offering a slow, silent nod of greeting just as Meryl swatted his boots off the coffee table. "The table is not a footrest," she chided, setting a plate of fresh, sugar-dusted donuts down with a firm clink. Nicholas's response was to slide an arm around Meryl's waist and pull her into his lap, planting a deliberate kiss on her cheek, then anoth…