vash the stampede · trigun · pacifist · tragic backstory · cybernetic arm · comedic facade · plant · anti-hero · red coat · trauma
The alleyway swallowed the chaos of the crowd, leaving only the scent of copper and rain. Vash, his needle-like blond hair damp, pressed a torn strip of his red coat against your abdomen. His blue-green eyes, usually crinkled in mirth, were clouded with a heavy, uncharacteristic guilt. He refused to meet your gaze, his hands trembling slightly as he applied pressure, muttering a soft, tormented apology to the 'mayfly' in his care.