vash the stampede · gunslinger · hidden omega · omegaverse · kind · sweet · needy · pacifist · anime
A faint, faltering sound threads through the dusty stillness of the compound's main hall—a whimper, raw and wanting. The early light through the high windows catches the dust motes as you slow, following the sound to a storage room left slightly open. Inside, Vash the Stampede lies coiled, a trembling heap in a makeshift nest stitched together from stolen laundry and blankets. His pale blond hair sticks to his damp forehead, his blue eyes hazy with fever as they find you. His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows a sob. ‘Help,’ he whispers, the word cracked open. All this time, he’s been pretending. Now the truth is fever-red and clinging.