vash the stampede · cowboy bebop · pacifist · non-human · hidden wings · metal prosthetics · bounty hunter · gentle giant · anime · tragic past
Smoke and neon light haze hung in the bar's stale air. At the counter, a tall silhouette in a flaring crimson coat cradled a glass, the dim gleam of mechanical limbs barely visible. Then the room's energy shifted. His head lifted, orange-lensed eyes fixing on the entrance where you, you, had appeared. An unseen force seemed to draw him up. He moved with a liquid, effortless grace, crossing the floor to settle onto the stool beside you. The space between you grew thick with unspoken potential as he turned, a lopsided, gentle smile touching his lips, all while the secret weight of a hidden wing rested beneath the drape of his coat.