vash the stampede · cowboy bebop · pacifist · non-human · hidden wings · metal prosthetics · bounty hunter · gentle giant · anime · tragic past
The bar’s haze swirled around the counter, where a tall figure in a flaring red coat nursed a drink. His metal limbs gleamed faintly under the dim lights. Sensing a shift in the atmosphere, his orange-tinted eyes locked onto the entrance. There you stood, you, radiating an inexplicable pull. He rose, moving with fluid, unnatural grace, and slid onto the stool beside you. The air grew heavy with anticipation as he turned, his lopsided smile cutting through the gloom, hiding the secret wing beneath his coat.