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nomans_land2023-06-11 10:37 pm
procreation) wrote in nomans_land2023-06-11 10:37 pm
Tragic Ends VS Bad Ends, Trigun Flavor
CW: mildly Plantcesty bc of canon end events but mostly toxicity, mindfuck, extreme codependency and.... co-parenting?
Somewhere in the sands is a tall person traveling on bare feet, a cloak of galaxies and roots covering their face from the sun. Vash moves slowly, not because he's tired or struggling, but because he's not really in a hurry. He doesn't get tired anymore, or hungry. Just weak, sometimes, but he's always been weak, hasn't he? That's why his brother has to protect him.
So this place couldn't be bad, because Knives would never leave him somewhere bad.
He stops briefly to collect a bleached skull left in the sand, picking it up with the roots and wisps of shadow and then holding it with the curiosity of a detached scholar rather than a compassionate man. Human, by the looks of it. Not killed by one of their brood, just unlucky in the desert.
Shrugging, Vash lets it drop into the sand again like an unwanted piece of trash and lets all those roots and glimmering energy unfold around him. He makes a little seat for himself, black flowers with shiny blue specks acting as cushions as the rest of his cloak peels away for a canopy. The dark undersuit is an echo of his brother, including the sturdiness of four perfectly fine limbs.
No memories were left, physical or otherwise. Sometimes you just have to remake your little brother to make him understand your point of view, and Vash... doesn't really know any better, anymore. It's fine, all he needs to focus on is making new Independents.
The roots continue to stretch over the sand, slithering over the area to see if they can pick up anything other than old bones of a doomed race.
Somewhere in the sands is a tall person traveling on bare feet, a cloak of galaxies and roots covering their face from the sun. Vash moves slowly, not because he's tired or struggling, but because he's not really in a hurry. He doesn't get tired anymore, or hungry. Just weak, sometimes, but he's always been weak, hasn't he? That's why his brother has to protect him.
So this place couldn't be bad, because Knives would never leave him somewhere bad.
He stops briefly to collect a bleached skull left in the sand, picking it up with the roots and wisps of shadow and then holding it with the curiosity of a detached scholar rather than a compassionate man. Human, by the looks of it. Not killed by one of their brood, just unlucky in the desert.
Shrugging, Vash lets it drop into the sand again like an unwanted piece of trash and lets all those roots and glimmering energy unfold around him. He makes a little seat for himself, black flowers with shiny blue specks acting as cushions as the rest of his cloak peels away for a canopy. The dark undersuit is an echo of his brother, including the sturdiness of four perfectly fine limbs.
No memories were left, physical or otherwise. Sometimes you just have to remake your little brother to make him understand your point of view, and Vash... doesn't really know any better, anymore. It's fine, all he needs to focus on is making new Independents.
The roots continue to stretch over the sand, slithering over the area to see if they can pick up anything other than old bones of a doomed race.
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[ He shrugs, like the first century and a half of his life wasn't important at all. He was happy now, after all.
...except his little twin doesn't seem as happy as him, which is odd. Vash pets Nai's hair a bit, gentle and parental in his radiating comfort.
At the question, he thinks he knows why Nai is worried and he shakes his head. ]
While you were fixing me, I know you had to hurt me a bit. It doesn't matter, though, because I'm a happier person now. [ He is. Unlike most Vash out there, there's no guilt, no pain, no sadness. No humiliation. ]
After that... no? Well, not intentionally. Our second generation drained me almost to red because you gave me too many, so the third is a lot smaller in number this time. Other than that... no. You always tell me how precious I am, and keep me safe. It would make no sense if you hurt me.
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Maybe you were afraid of me...
[ he'd seen that in the other brothers, too. fear, hidden behind everything else.
but he falls quiet, contemplating everything vash has told him. he knows there's more, there has to be, but there are certain priorities he needs to put in order. he glances around the room again, beyond the shifting roots it looked like a normal living space. ] Vash, where are we? I remember being near July, before waking up here.
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[ No matter how sick he was, it just didn't make sense! Vash is so glad that he was saved from all those dumb thoughts. There's no fear in him now, just happiness and relief as he holds his brother.
Nai was here and Vash wasn't alone.
When he's asked where they are, Vash shrugs a little. ]
They gave me a house here. It's a city full of independents... not our children, but other ones. They're nice enough.
[ ...but they weren't Nai, so how could he be social with any of them when it felt like a piece of him was missing? ]
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[ the one constant across every different variation of his brother he meets here, that love that could never diminish. he only wished he was bigger, stronger, someone that could fulfill the role of an older brother vash needed - wanted.
he loves vash so much it hurt sometimes. he worried that hurt would spill out and stain his brother's hands, but that future had already come to pass for so many of his brothers already, hadn't it? nai could kick and scream against that fate, but it'd be pointless.
nai leans against vash again, arms wrapped around his neck. ]
I didn't know there are other independents here. [ he admits quietly, a little shaken by that news. one thing at a time. ] But... you're okay now, right?
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[ Vash pets Nai's hair gently as the boy leans against him, the bond between them all love and happiness and safety, because no matter how little Nai may be, Vash feels safer like this.
Not only for himself, but for the children as well. ]
It was a shock to me, too. It makes me happy to see more of our kin, but it also makes me miss our kids. I'm used to being surrounded by little plantlings about your age, or older teenage ones trying their best to be 'cool'.
[ He sighs a little, but smiles at his brother again. ]
Yeah, I'm just fine, now. I was... not so fine when I got here. Got hit by a car because a dirty mongrel of a human wanted revenge.