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Reporter’s Notes - Chapter Six: Earrings

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A vashmeryl fic

Author’s Note:

Another little fanart inspiration by @aleikats . I thought this concept was so cute!

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Dinner was a jovial affair. With everyone freshened up, bellies full of warm food, and with the promise of sleeping in a bed, spirits were high. There were also spirits being passed around the table.

Roberto had made the decision as the senior (in appearance) member of the group to purchase a bottle of whiskey. He came back from the bar with the bottle and four glasses before slamming them on their table, glass clinking. “Drinks on me! We deserve to relax a little before God knows what gets sucked into our Typhoon.”

Vash gave a sheepish grin and nervous chuckle saying, “Yeah… sorry about that. I can’t seem to catch a break.”

“It doesn’t help, blondie, that you seem to have a death wish,” Wolfwood retorted, tapping the ashes of his cigarette into the ashtray on the table. “It's a good thing I’m here to do some damage control and clean up after you.”

Vash just looked at the Undertaker with his held sheepish grin.

Roberto was pouring out everyone’s shots when he said, “Before you get on my case, newbie, about ‘being on the job,’ this is outside of normal business hours. Plus, if we get the Stampede liquored up here enough, we’ll probably get some good information out of him for our article. Little personal trick of the trade,” Roberto winked at her.

Vash had the decency to look a little worried before nervously laughing it off.

Meryl huffed, “Fine… but don’t go too hard. The last thing I want to do is be chauffeuring a bunch of hungover crybabies tomorrow.”

“No promises, little lady,” Wolfwood said as he picked up his glass and raised it, “Here’s to the hope that we get to July with little to no incidents.”

“That’s a pretty tall order, given everything we’ve already been through,” said Roberto. He just shrugged saying, “Here’s hoping,” and tossed back his shot.

Vash just smiled at Meryl raising his glass, she raised hers too and watched as Wolfwood threw his back, then Vash, and Roberto was already pouring his next round. She tossed hers back and was met with that familiar burning sensation of the alcohol going down her throat. She tried to hide her cough, but Wolfwood seized the opportunity to tease her.

“Geez, shortie. Can you not handle a drink at all?” He poked her in the ribs.

“She was the ‘top of her class’ at November University, I doubt she’s had more than beer and some fruity drinks in her time,” chuckled Roberto. “She got rip-roaring drunk back at Jeneora Rock after only one ale.”

“I did not!” She shot back. “I was maybe a little buzzed.”

“Like hell you were, your speech was all slurred and you were wobbling in your chair like a toddler,” Roberto stated. “I even had Rosa ask if you were old enough to drink since it hit you so hard.”

Meryl just glowered at him. Angry because she knew he was a little right. She didn’t want to admit it, but her size made it difficult for her to tolerate even the most acceptable of alcoholic portions. She had drinks with friends and the occasional party while at university, but she never built a tolerance to the stuff.

Vash spoke up, “It’s okay, Meryl. I don’t hold my alcohol well either.”

“Seriously, needle-noggin? You’re the tallest one here. It’s gotta take quite a few drinks to get you good and tipsy, no?” Wolfwood smirked at him.

“Only about two or three.” Shrugged Vash. “I think I’m sensitive to the stuff… I get kind of silly.”

“Silly, how?” Asked Roberto. “Do we need to attach a leash to you?”

Vash raised his right hand to scratch the back of his head saying, “Probably not? The farthest I got was about a quarter ile from the town I was at. I got drunk enough to stupidly prove that I could break a thomas that was giving the innkeeper a hard time. I say I only got a quarter of an ile away because that’s where the bird dumped me… not one of my finest moments.” Vash chuckled at the memory.

Roberto took another shot saying, “We’re going to need a leash.” He looked around the inn.

Meryl was feeling pretty good after her first shot, inhibitions slipping when she blurted, “You should ask him about his earring!”

Vash shot her a look of betrayal as Wolfwood asked, “What’s this about his flashy jewelry?”

“He had his ear pierced on a dare, another drunk incident, and liked it so much he decided to keep it.” She giggled at the memory of him flicking it in the sunlight at her when he told her the story. “He really likes it.”

Vash winced and took another shot. “Alright Meryl, your turn for another shot.” His grin was devious, as if daring her. She knew she shouldn’t take the bait, given her low alcohol tolerance, but she was feeling so good. Vash poured her glass and she quickly drank it down to prove she wasn’t going to back down.

“Easy newbie.” Roberto said. “I can’t find one leash, let alone two. Undertaker, you’re going to have to help me keep watch of these lost puppies if they get out of hand.”

“No promises, gramps. I kinda want to see what happens. And… maybe I wanna cut loose too.” He grinned devilishly.

“I’m regretting this already…” groaned Roberto.

“I know!” Meryl chirped. She shuffled off her chair, feeling extremely bold albeit wobbly, and walked around Roberto to Vash before plopping in his lap.

“M-Meryl!” Vash squeaked, his face full of surprise. She was still wobbling, so he held her in place, hands resting on her hips.

“Just hold still, I’ve got a leash.” She unclasped the hoop from his left ear and then removed her right earring. She clumsily put her earring through his pierced ear and fastened it before replacing her empty right ear with his hoop. He was watching her intently.

“There!” She said triumphantly, hands on his chest. “Now you can’t go far because I have your precious vanity hoop and you have half of my graduation gift. You better not run off with it!”

“That goes for you too, Meryl.” He countered as he repeated the same flicking gesture to his earring now on her ear as he did during their coffee “interview.” She glowered at his grin and hopped off his lap, returning to her chair.

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The rest of the evening got as silly as Vash said it would be. They had a game of darts and despite the amount of alcohol consumed and Vash’s proclamation that he was a lightweight, he was deadly accurate and beat them all at the game.

Another bottle of whiskey was downed before Vash took notice of a piano in the corner and rushed over to play. In a very “concert pianist” manner, Vash stood over the piano bench and whooshed his coat over as if he had tuxedo tails before hammering out a bawdy tune. In Meryl’s inebrious state, she gaped at him in awe. He played better than most, even with the silly folk song he was pounding out. He seemed to be a magnet of joviality and it got the rest of the inn up and dancing.

Roberto took that as his cue to duck out, yelling over ruckus, “Old drunko’s going to bed! You kids behave!” He waved the half empty whiskey bottle over his head in ‘goodnight’ and went up the stairs, taking the bottle with him.

“What?!” Asked Vash over the crowd. He was still playing and someone had tied a scarf around his head, making his already spikey hair stand straight up.

“Gramps went to bed!” Wolfwood hollered back at him. He looked over at Meryl, doing her best to stay upright in her chair before proclaiming, “We’re dancing, little lady.”

“Wha-!“ was all Meryl could get out before Wolfwood scooped her up and into his arms. He started dancing and twirling her around, laughing loudly. He was holding her so high against him that her feet didn’t touch the ground. She was literally being swung around like a doll! Her head was spinning before, but this was too much. Between the heat of Wolfwood’s body, the strong odor of nicotine, and the spinning, Meryl started to feel her stomach roil. “You oaf! Put me down!”

Luckily, or maybe not so luckily, Vash took notice of her pale face and hollered to Wolfwood, “Hey! Bring Meryl over here! She can sing us a tune!”

Wolfwood swung and danced her over Vash. It was a miracle that she didn’t vomit on Wolfwood before he stopped and set her down.

“I’m gonna take a smoke break since you got shortie,” Wolfwood said to Vash before walking to a corner of the room and lighting a cigarette. He may not be actively participating, but he wasn’t going to miss Meryl’s performance.

Vash finished out the final phrase of the piece to give her time to get her bearings.

Everything was still spinning when she heard Vash ask, “So what song are you going to sing for us, Meryl?”

“I never agreed to that!” She said, swaying. She turned to glare down at him on the bench, but quickly realized he was eye level to her just sitting. ‘That’s right, he was a lanky giant.’ She mused, adjusting her gaze to meet his eyes.

He was grinning goofily at her before addressing the crowd, “What should we have the little lady sing?” Meryl glowered at him for using Wolfwood’s nickname for her. He never did that!

Shouts and suggestions came a-plenty before a title caught Vash’s ear and he started to plunk out the intro. “You know this one, right Meryl?”

“Yes,” she slurred, “but I didn’t agree to sing.”

“Aww come on, you’re gonna upset the audience,” he pouted.

“Yeah girly!”

“Sing us something pretty!”

“They’re clearly your audience and you just enjoy hamming it up!” She said looking disgruntled at him.

“Guilty!” He chirped, vamping four bars of the intro to give her time to join in. “Please?” He looked especially pathetic.

“Fine…” Her inhibitions were all but gone.

He grinned ecstatically as she began to sing. Meryl didn’t have a bad singing voice and she knew it. Growing up she was part of her school’s choir and even participated in her university choral ensemble. Sometimes she even got solos. She hated to admit it, but it was fun making music with Vash. He was a lively duet partner and he made it easy for her to answer back his phrasing. She was just getting into it when a loud “My turn! Woo!” came from Vash and he started singing loudly with her… completely off pitch.

His singing was all unpolished enthusiasm and raucous energy in his tenor range, completely at odds with his piano proficiency. Meryl stopped singing to gawk at him. He had not a care in the world and the effects of the alcohol were so apparent, his voice was cracking through the registers. Wolfwood guffawed loudly at Vash and Meryl gave a quick laugh at his performance before joining back in.

“Hey! Shut it blondie! We can’t hear the little lady!” Wolfwood hollered through his hands. Vash bashfully grinned and promptly stopped singing, focusing back on the piano.

They finished their duet. Their audience, clapping and cheering. Meryl smiled widely and went to take a bow… with a little too much enthusiasm. She all but fell forward before a forearm came around her waist and yanked her back.

“Whoa, Meryl!” Vash giggled. He got her upright, but didn’t release his arm around her. She still swayed against his arm and her eyes started to get droopy. Vash felt her unsteadiness and scooped her up under her knees with his prosthetic arm.

“Alright folks, that’s it for our star tonight!” He said, standing up from his bench with Meryl in his arms princess style. He nodded to Wolfwood who nodded back. A mutual understanding that their small traveling companion had reached her limit for the night and it was time to get her to bed.

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Vash carried her up to her room, Meryl half dazed and mumbling incoherent nonsense.

He looked down at her, “What was that, Meryl?

“You sing awful,” she slowly articulated. The four syllables taking everything she had to get out.

“Haha, I actually can sing, but I didn’t want to overshadow your performance.” He grinned down at her, pulling her blankets back and laying her down.

He was pulling her shoes off when she replied, “How very considerate of you.” Her eyes were getting heavier.

He just chuckled as he pulled the blankets over her.

“Hey Vash…”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t forget that you can’t run off. You have my earring…” She trailed off, sleep quickly overtaking her.

He smiled down warmly at her. He reached out with his right hand and stroked her hair, it was so soft. “As long as you don’t run off with mine,” he answered. He gave his hoop on her ear a little touch before straightening up.

He was shutting her door as he said, “Goodnight, Meryl.”

Her soft breathing was her only response. He just smiled to himself as the door latched.

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Well, that was a fun chapter to write. I got to use some of my professional music experience for some bits.

Their little duet was inspired by this hilarious video.

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we all love the part where meryl hangs from vash like a cute koala in episode 12, right?

well, i noticed some small random adorable thing because studio Orange is insane and they animate even the smallests of the far-away details and i'm so deep into the trigun void i wanted to share it.

Vash offering his arm to her plus her little jump and her face in the third one???? SHE'S SO CUTE I MIGHT DIE.

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GUILT

A vashmeryl fanfic, how two broken person might just be each other’s salvation.

Author’s notes : hiii, this is my very very FIRST fanfic ever! Please excuse my baby writing, I hope you’ll be able to enjoy my silly little scenarios 💙

Context : The story takes place two years after July’s incident (stampede lore). After Roberto’s death, Meryl and his niece, Milly, who is now her subordinate, found Vash and Wolfwood again. Thus began their group travel across noman’s land.

Note : Fluff this chapter, will be smut in the next one! Also some angst I guess? Not proofread bc I’m too impatient 🙌🏼

CHAPTER 1 :

“To those I couldn’t protect”

When they set foot inside the tiny inn, the smell of alcohol and freshly cooked food submerged them. The bar was full, people were eating, laughing and probably telling each other all about their adventures on the desertic planet.

It felt great. Finally seeing an ounce of what humanity is supposed to look like. These small moments of rest, which managed to lighten the memories of blood and fear, were cherished by the group.

Milly and wolfwood decided to register the rooms for the night, while Vash and Meryl desperately looked for a free table to relieve their hunger and dire need of a beer. It’s Vash that managed to find one first, used to move swiftly and rapidly around people to snatch the first spot that cleared up. So Meryl went to the bar to take all the orders.

By the time she came back, Milly and Wolfwood were back, already chatting with the blond man. As soon as she sat down again, Vash got some playing cards out of his bag to entertain the group while waiting for the food to arrive.

As time went on, the food was already downed, noting it really didn’t take long considering their level of starvation, and most of them were already on their third beer of the night. As usual, Vash and Wolfwood are the loudest, bickering about who won that last round or betting who will win the next. Milly, who already had way too much to drink for her small tolerance, puts oil to the fire like usual while Meryl gave up the idea of calming them long ago. Even though this scene might seem chaotic on the outside, it was that kind of night that the group wouldn’t trade for anything.

Seeing the smiles of her friends, Meryl feels both pure joy and sadness. She can’t help but feel the dreadful feeling of guilt, gripping at her back like a vulture would at the corpse of its long decayed prey. That is how she felt, at least, consumed from the inside, slowly and painfully.

He could have been here. Had she learned how to use a weapon before, how to defend herself earlier, maybe then, her mentor would still be at this table, judging the group like the old alcoholic man he was. But she knew that deep down he would have enjoyed it too.

While her face tries its best to hide her inner turmoil, a certain pair of eyes behind orange tinted glasses catches that slight change in the mood of the small reporter. But he doesn’t say anything. While he’s not sure what the issue is, that expression she has, he feels like he knows it far too well. What he does instead is to try and snap her out of her phase by pinching her between her eyes.

“Your turn to play, meryl. Or have you given up on first place already?”

She mimics a giggle. “Hah, never.”

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Wolfwood won, again. Even though him and the blond gunsman keep arguing about getting revenge, the state of Milly, barely able to form a proper sentence anymore, rings the bell of this evening’s end. After waving the others goodnight and bringing her subordinate back to her room, Meryl doesn’t feel quite ready to sleep yet. She felt exhausted, yes, but it was like that sweet taste of rest wasn’t allowed to her.

She keeps fidgeting under her blankets, staring at the ceiling. The horror of July’s incident keep on flashing before her eyes. Giving up on sleeping for now, the short girl opens the window, hoping the fresh air of the night will soothe her. Her skylight window stood on the highest part of the roof, making it easy for people to go out and sit on top of the inn for some stargazing. As she opens it, she notices a bright red cloth swinging lightly to the desert’s night wind, hiding partially the view of the stars.

Looking up, she sees Vash, sitting a bit higher, heads up and seemingly lost in thoughts.

She struggles a bit to climb out the window, but manages to land shakily on her two feet. The blond, as sharp as always, notices her right away.

‘’Ah, Meryl. I didn’t realize that was your room. Sorry, did I wake you up?’’ He says, giving her his signature soft and calming smile.

She shakes her head. ‘’ Not at all, I was still awake. Just thought a red curtain isn’t usually what I expect to see when looking out the window.’’

He giggles at her comment and taps down next to him, inviting her to sit beside him. ‘’Haha, sorry about that. Never remember how long that coat is.’’

‘’Shut it, I’m sure you sat there on purpose.’’

He probably did. And that thought made her smile. She knew he somehow never failed to notice when she was going through some internal turmoil. He always tried to cheer her up with small gestures, or by giving her a comforting but silent presence.

It was both incredible and stupid. How such simple gestures, coming from a specific person, could already lighten her mood and make her feel like her vultures are now trapped behind that person’s protective aura.

So she sits beside him, now also glancing up at the sky.

‘’Can’t sleep?’’ Vash asks, not looking at her.

‘’Can’t sleep.’’

‘’Do you want to talk about it?’’ He sounded really insecure formulating his question.

Now that surprised her. Yes he found ways to comfort her in some ways or another, but he never asked her directly, too scared to overstep maybe. ‘’About what?’’

‘’Ah, well, you looked like you were kind of out of it these days. You often seems to drift into your own world.’’ He seems like he instantly regrets asking.

‘’ I mean it would be bad if you spaced out while driving, we already had so many acciden— OW!’’ He’s interrupted by her fingers instantly pinching his ear.

‘’No comments on my driving skills.’’ Meryl pouts.

A bright laugh emanates from him, one that makes the world sound like a damn heaven. The reporter feels a light shade of red invading her plump cheeks, and a small smile breaks her pouty expression.

A comfortable silence sets itself between the two and the night sky. All you can hear are small gushes of wind and far away laughter from the last people getting out of the city’s bars. Sitting beside each other like this, enjoying the most simple of things, that might just be enough to her. She daydreams again, but this time about a long life, simple but always together. But when her fantasies of daily life happiness alongside the group crosses her mind, it strikes her again. The guilt.

She feels her throat closing in on itself, her heart banging rapidly against her ribcage but this time not from silly feelings towards her tall friend. Suddenly it’s hard for her to breathe and the memories flash once again. She sees Roberto, lying on the ground, head on her lap as he gives her his empty derringer. He can’t utter anything distinguishable enough for her to understand, his words are muffled by blood choking sounds. Her hand is pressed firmly where the reason of his pain is situated on his throat, covering her in amounts of blood she had never seen before.

He was telling her something. While handing that gun, he was telling her something! But she couldn’t understand it! Was he blaming her? Cursing her? Telling her to pick that damn gun and finally decide to defend herself. Maybe if she had done so earlier, he wouldn’t have had to take that hit instead of her. He would still be alive, drinking to his heart’s content, enjoying his cigarettes and writing simple articles that satisfied him plenty.

Her ears start ringing, her sight gets blurry while her eyes gets filled with tears and— she feels warmth. An incredibly comforting and soft warmth. If she could she would sink even deeper in it, until it was all she could feel.

Her eyes allow her to see the dark blue sky again, and she realizes that Vash had wrapped his arms around her, his head pressing on top of hers. He had stayed silent that whole time, giving her the time to come back around at her own pace. It felt like an eternity in her head, but when did he move that close to her? That means her saw her cry right? How embarrassing.

‘’Vash’’

He slighty flinch when her voice finally greets his ear again. It really must have been a while then.

‘’Meryl…’’ he’s interrupted by her arms encircling him tightly this time.

She’s embarrassed to have been seen in such a fragile state, but she’s so tired. Since her mentor’s death, she didn’t have the occasion to speak about her feelings with anyone, not wanting to burden Milly with the mention of her uncle’s death, or Vash, who probably had other things to worry about. Besides, telling him about her guilt felt like whining about insignificant matters when she knew how bad he felt for everything that happened these past 150 years. At the end of the day, she wanted to be there for him, she followed him exactly for that. He didn’t have to reciprocate her feelings or to bother about her struggles. As long as she could see his genuine smile, she was content.

But tonight, the pain is too big, too deep. And so she abandons herself to his, oh so warm embrace.

‘’I’m sorry, I… I just need a moment…’’

‘’Take as long as you need, Meryl.’’

Still resting his head on top of hers, Vash feels frustrated. He never wanted to see her in that state. Her soft smile and her joyful and sparky way of putting him back in his place when needed, were some of the rare things that kept him alive. He’s even mad at himself, if he could just have the courage to talk to her about it, to be her listening ear, someone she could confide in! He felt like he had no right to be the one to give her advice. After all, he had been the reason for the pain of so many before. But that look of despair he just saw on her face minutes ago does it. He can’t bear to remain a coward and leave her alone in this anymore. So he talks.

‘’I want to be there for you.’’

He surprises her once again.

‘’No matter what it is. No matter what you do. I want to listen and be there for you. Like you have for me.’’

It takes everything in her to not burst into desperate cries right here and there. And it takes even more to finally open her heart to him.

She weakly opens her mouth.

‘’Ever since July— no, ever since Jeneora Rock, the guilt has never left me. I don’t know how to live with myself, knowing my weakness and cowardice is the reason people have been hurt and even died.’’

She takes a deep breath.

‘’ After Jeneora Rock, I was sure I was going to change! I was going to make a difference and finally face the danger head on instead of running away!

But I was too pretentious, too stupid. Roberto died, and it’s all my fault. After dragging him along all of this, I should have at least been able to protect him, to save him! I should have… I should—!’’ The tears start falling down again making it hard to voice her thoughts, overwhelming her.

‘’My weakness, no matter what I do, it won’t change.. Roberto should have been the one to survive that day, not m—‘’ She’s immediately stopped, stunned by Vash who suddenly broke the hug to tightly place her face between his hands. He’s now looking at her intently, eye to eye level, his face a bit too close for her already racing heart.

She attempts to say his name. ‘’Don’t ever say that again.’’

How could he have not realized? Of course she would feel guilty about the things that happened, she cared so deeply for her friends, it should have been evident that those evenings would have gotten to her. Hell, he knew that feeling far too well himself. Yet his cowardice left her alone to deal with it.

He was so angry. At himself, at her as well, they had known each other for so long now, how could she talk like that about herself when she was the one who brought him so much joy in his life.

‘’Meryl, you’re one of the strongest people I’ve ever met. It doesn’t matter if you don’t have enormous physical strength or flashy fighting skills. You manage to find hope in the most desperate moments, you never give up on what is dear to you.’’

She looks at him intensely, the tears have calmed down, letting place for a deep blush on her cheeks once again.

‘’Your ability to shine through every hardship, that is your strength Meryl. You motivate the people around you to be better, to do better!’’

‘’I’m sure that’s what Roberto thought too. After all, he was quite the grumpy man that saw everything in black and white when I first met you two. But after some time, I saw him soften up around you. That’s your power Meryl.’’

The small reporter giggles weakly. ‘’Haha, I guess it’s true that he was a bit less insufferable after some time…’’

She continues: ‘’But I’m sure he’s cursing me from heaven right now, that after all this time, I still can’t do much.’’

‘’That’s not true! You’ve done so much! You wrote an amazing article, trained an amazing new recruit, you’ve learned to shoot a gun, you found me again despite all my effort—‘’

‘’Say what now’’ here goes the pout again.

‘’Alright, sorry, sorry… but in the end, I’m glad you did. Maybe you don’t realize but you already give me so much everyday.’’ He utters, his voice going down in volume.

‘’Such as?’’ Meryl looks almost amused now, her eyes still puffy and her cheeks now dry.

‘’Well, first of all, you give me concussions from all those bumps from the card rides—‘’ He stops when her face contorts in a way that tells him he’ll die if he says one more word.

‘’Okay, okay’’ He laughs sincerely.

‘’You give me… hope…’’ His gaze softens at that. Not quite able to look directly into her eyes anymore.

‘’You give me joy.’’ Her face gets seriously red again.

‘’You give me a reason to keep fighting.’’

‘’Peacefully, of course?’’ She retorts, trying to hide her embarrassment. She mustn’t hope for anything, he’s just being nice to her.

‘’Always.’’ He looks at her again.

Now that he’s calmed down, vash realizes how close they actually are, and he attempts to remove his hands from her face. But she grabs them before he can. She’s not ready to lose his warmth just yet. So she holds him there, her hands on his.

Silence sets again, but something is different. Something is building up inside of them. Vash feels like his heart's gonna explode, he had had dreams where he got to be closer to her, but he never felt like he actually deserved it.

The silence feels extremely heavy, only the light wind can be heard now. Unconsciously, their face gets closer, their forehead now stuck against each other. It’s like their emotions are decoupled. They can feel everything, every movement, every heartbeat. Their hands almost merging together. Meryl can feel Vash’s breath against her face, ‘’smells like mint and beer’’ she thinks. His gaze drives down now.

And slowly, after what felt like a thousand years, the soft feeling of his lips invades her own.

The kiss is tender, and long, the both of them not quite able to separate. But when they do, it takes only a second for them to crash their lips against each other once again. Each new kiss, deeper than the previous one, brings more proximity than they both have ever felt. Meryl almost thought she saw a faint light of blue illuminating the man’s face but she brushes it off her mind, too eager to close the gap between them again.

When they painfully split from their embrace, their eyes stay locked, a shy excitement visible on each face. Their foreheads join again, they’re now laughing. It’s that kind of laugh you never thought you could hear from two broken people on a desert planet, but also the one they wish to never stop.

‘’Now we’ve done it huh.’’ Meryl says, closing her eyes, blotting herself against the tall blond.

‘’I never thought that day would come.’’ Vash is sincere. He actually still doesn’t understand how he could deserve to be blessed by such an amazing person. But for now, that thought is brushed away by meryl looking up at him once again.

‘’Will you stay with me tonight?’’