What's in your head?

[localdisaster]

Characters: Vash the Stampede (localdisaster) and uh THIS CAN BE AN OPEN LOG NOW
Summary: Vash is strongly affected by the nightmare and wandering around on his own.
Setting: In a northern part of the beach area
Warnings: None

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[outlawpriest]

"Hold it right there."

Wolfwood wasn't sure what was up with the broomheaded Plant. He'd been watching the blond as he wandered across the beach, frowning when Vash walked around him without saying anything or even reacting to the smell of his smoke. The look on his face had been - well, shit desolate and lost and so lonely that it physically hurt to look at him. Whatever the hell had got Vash in its grip was not at all good in the mind of the priest.

So what did he do? Wolfwood stepped in front of the Stampede and as the blond tried moving around him again, Wolfwood reached out and wrapped him into a bear hug. It was a stupid idea, but he wasn't going to put up with this stupid shit any more.

"I mean it. It's not your fault."

[localdisaster]

The voice to him sounded like a distant whisper, but in the silence it stood out, even if Vash wasn't quite sure what it was saying or even what was going on. It was eerie, hearing something that he was sure couldn't be there. When silence fell again and he heard nothing more, he was half-convinced that it was the wind.

But then, something stopped him, something that wasn't there. Vash saw nothing at all in front of him, but he was being... hugged?... now pressed against a warm weight, and that voice was somehow closer, distinct enough to be familiar.

"...Wolfwood?..."

[outlawpriest]

"Who else?"

He sucked in air and breathed out smoke, keeping his arms around Vash so he wouldn't go wander off again with that expression on his face. Dammit, if there was one thing he truly felt like a heel over, seeing something so wrong on someone like the Stampede's face was it. He could handle the abuse, the name calling, even being just another Gun for Knives' war, just not that.

"It's not your fault."

[localdisaster]

Vash could just make out what the voice was saying, now, but this... this didn't make sense. Why wasn't he there? Oh god, was he dreaming this, or was he just going insane?

He slumped forward in Wolfwood's grasp, eyes starting to tear up as he choked out, "No... no, they're all dead, and you... I killed you, too!"

Blindly grasping at Wolfwood's clothes, Vash barely managed to swallow a sob. "I am so sorry... I didn't want this, I never wanted this..." Now that he was faced with what could only be Wolfwood's ghost, he was too overwhelmed to do much more than regret. He couldn't ask for forgiveness. How could anyone forgive what he had done?