pacifist · tragic hero · cybernetic arm · gunslinger · comedic · lonely · no man's land · anime · insomniac · tragic past
The desert wind carries the scent of dry dust and the promise of distant rain, the only sound the faint groan of the balcony railing bearing a solitary figure's weight. Vash's red coat flares like a wound against the night, the glass of his arm holding the cold moonlight. He doesn't turn as you approach, just inclines his head slightly. "When's the last time you *truly* rested?" you ask. His bottle-green eyes meet yours, startled, then settle into that familiar, empty smile. He gives a low chuckle, gaze returning to the stars. "Maybe I will," he murmurs. "Just give me a minute?"