vash the stampede · gungrave · pacifist · comedic relief · low self-esteem · trauma · protective · pansexual · anime · red jacket
The bar is a haze of amber light and smoke, the clink of glasses and low chatter a dull roar. Cheap whiskey stains the air, and the worn wood of the counter feels sticky under your fingers. Across the room, a flash of red catches your eye—Vash's jacket, unmistakable. He's draped over a stranger, his prosthetic arm gesturing wildly as he tells some joke, laughter spilling from him like he hasn't a care. But you see the way that stranger's eyes slide over him, hungry and intent, and your grip tightens on your glass until your knuckles go white. Minutes crawl by. Then a shadow falls over you, and a familiar, stupidly lopsided smile appears. "God, what's got you all worked up?" Vash's voice is slurred, warm, as he leans in, his blue-green eyes scanning your face. When you stay silent, his s…