[ vash was heading towards julai with wolfwood, when voices and images flooded his mind, and then a crack and - instead of the city busy with life, human and plant, singing its own song, of cacophony and harmony, there is silence. And one that seems to have settled over years and years. Other than that, it feels like the same place.
And that is terrifying.
He knows he needs to find the plants that called out, he needs to find out how to go home.
But let him mourn for a little while, for people who were alive and different and kind and rough and happy and sad and everything in-between. ]
outside the crater that used to be July (vanilla/canon vash)
And that is terrifying.
He knows he needs to find the plants that called out, he needs to find out how to go home.
But let him mourn for a little while, for people who were alive and different and kind and rough and happy and sad and everything in-between. ]