wings of feathers, tails and fin tips

[amo]

Who: Vash & YOU?
What: January (+ backdated December) catch-all, includes an open aurora: nascent prompt.
When: All throughout this (and the previous) month.
Where: The Church, Milton's surroundings.
Content Warnings: Will be added as necessary here if not mentioned in the thread itself.



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[amo]

[ Vash waits with nervous anticipation and unintentionally bated breath to see if his attempt worked or not. As determined as he'd been for many years to ignore his heritage and all powers it entailed until he was forced to finally learn and tap into them to face his brother, this is different. The sooner he gets a handle on this 'gift' and stops leaking thoughts like a faulty faucet, the better. Not just because it'll preserve his innermost privacy, but if he manages to get control then he'd essentially get what he's found himself wishing for occasionally, wouldn't he? There have been times he wished he could just share feelings or memories like his sisters do to make himself understood when words so often fail him and fall short.

Maybe he should have been more careful about what he wished for. But Wolfwood confirms he saw what Vash intended for him to see and the comment gets a soft, relieved laugh out of Vash. ]

Call it a little brother's determination.

[ To be better at something than his older smartypants of a brother, that is. Even if it's just enduring the weightlessness of zero gravity and being able to spin more times without getting sick. The sort of innocent competition he wished they could have held on to instead of the actual bitter enemies they became.

No longer so focused, Vash's shoulders relax and his wings droop down along with the release of tension with a tiny, rustling shiver. It makes it easier for Vash to actually see his friend when he glances over his shoulder curiously. Obviously, he managed to share the memory at least in a visual manner, but... ]

How did it feel?

[lastdecember]

[ With the picture show ended, Wolfwood returns to his task. The feathers are as clean ad dry as he’s going to be able to get them with this towel so he tosses it aside, and starts in on the next stage of the process. ]

Feel? [ He meets Vash’s eye over the other man’s shoulder, and shakes his head. ] I didn’t get any of the feelings of anything, just the images.

[ Starting with the biggest couple of wings, Wolfwood gently lays them up one over the other, forming the base of what he hopes will become a loose braid. ]

It was like I was seein’ through your eyes, but if it was hot or cold or whatever in there, I didn’t feel it. Sorry.

[ The smaller wings, and the large feathers that sprout out of Vash’s flesh on their own, can get tucked into the braid as he works. He doesn’t know it’s called a French braid, but that’s what he’s doing, working Vash’s wings up into a big plait along his spine. ]

Still, it was clear as me seein’ you now. It’d work just fine for sharing what you’re seein’ in a fight, I think. It’ll be useful.