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dapper-shipping-forever · 6 months

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The destined wedding

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Natural light cascaded from the little window, motes of dust spinning in its beams. It danced across the white fabric of the dress, giving it a slight glow fitting of a blushing bride. The fabric shifted, Gill shifting her weight as her hands played with the fabric. Her veil rustled with her hair, bleached white and tied into a delicate bow.

She caught sight of her appearance in the tall mirror on the brick wall before her. Part of her kept being astonished each time she saw it; a rather large part at that. It was one thing choosing each piece and being fitted for them, seeing it all together elevated it all.

Yes she knew they'd powdered and fussed with her image enough for today, that each stray strand of hair had been tamed and each scuff cleaned. She could not stop fidgeting, though. Already, she heard people in the other room, seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin. Only a handful of minutes more. She'd see him and he'd be waiting for her at the alter they've come to together.

Now, she simply paced around. The energy inside her eager and overflowing. She knew Vash was in the other room too, another side room redecorated as a dressing room like this. How'd he feel? Was he pacing same as her? Was he thinking about her as well? Her mind was only on her groom, for soon they'd finally be together in every way. She's loved him as long as they've known each other, loudly and softly. She could never say just how much he means to her, the ways she would bend herself backwards just to make him happier. She would follow him everywhere. He shone like her guiding star, a bright light who's warmth filled her and made her sing. He made her feel light, each step dancing on air. Her devotion to him was sealed with their kiss.

"We're going to be married." She said softly aloud to herself.

She just liked hearing that, from anybody including her own lips. Married, to the man she adores. Bound forever always.

"You might wear out those shoes before you can reach the ceremony; we're going to have to redo your hair and makeup with all your fretting." Meryl chimes in.

Gill pauses, looking to her friends. Meryl and Milly were her beloved bridesmaids, the two people she thought of right away and knew she could depend on in the roles. They looked lovely in their own dresses, pale pink complimenting her lustrous white.

She sighs. "Can't help it."

"Why're you nervous; you wouldn't get cold feet? You've been wanting to marry him for years." Milly bluntly wonders.

"Of course not. My feet are far from being cold; it's totally not that, it's restlessness. I want to be at that alter. Fiance is a wonderful word, but I just want to be able to call him husband." Gill gazes at the engagement ring on her finger; long before he gave her this, she's been dreaming of being Vash's wife and soon she is finally going to become that. His bride. In all ways just simply HIS.

Milly coos, giving a soothing, bright grin. "Gill, you're already making for the prettiest bride; I'm sure mister Vash is just as impatient."

Meryl nods. "We're almost ready to start the wedding. Your man is waiting."

Gill blushes with the teasing. The patience she displayed not eloping, dragging him somewhere alone with nobody but a priest and their witness was great. "Yeah, I know." She smiles, eyes set on her finger. Soon, Vash. They'd be together shortly.

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Vash readjusted his tie. Again, and then again, and more again. He's not sure how many adjustments the mirror has watched, but his hands keep finding the fabric.

"Soon," He breathes out. "We're going to see each other soon."

"Needle noggin, you're gonna strangle the tie. You want to look like a mess for your almost wife, hm?" Wolfwood clicks his tongue.

Vash quickly allows his hands to land at his sides. He turns, looking not at his reflection but right at his friend. "But it's crooked."

"Your head's crooked." Wolfwood shakes his head; his own tie slightly loosened. "The more you adjust yourself, the more you make yourself and your bride wait."

Vash's throat bobs as he takes in a breath. "Is everyone ready to start the wedding?"

"Yep; cmon, blondie." Wolfwood steps aside, gesturing to the doorway with a lopsided grin. "Let's get you hitched."

Soon, Vash stood at the alter, smiling to their guests and finding it exceedingly challenging to not keep fiddling with his necktie. Wolfwood already reprimanded him three more times.

His friend was not only the best man, but their officiant as well, book in his hands and looking semi respectable. He acted coy, but Vash had seen his eyes glisten when he asked him to be part of their marriage.

And also beside him as a groomsman was Nai. Semi reluctant, but he's made great progress since his defeat in mellowing out; Gill likes and Nai loathes calling it his domestication. The fact he's agreed to be there though means a lot.

The building echoes the murmered conversations of their guests. It wasn't a huge event, but they'd invited a lot of those who they cherished. Friends and companions from their travels sat and waited for the wedding to start, catching his eye and offering wide smiles. The only person more reluctant than Nai was Lyric. Him being there had been gone back and forth on for a while before they decided to invite him. His relationship with Gill wasn't anywhere near fixed, but they'd also made progress towards something better; hed always be part of her and a part she wanted there. Everyone else was more than eager to see them married.

Music began, a piano song ringing loud and bright and immediately quieting the crowd. Vash's back jolted, straightening. His bride is coming now. His eyes fixate on the door across the aisle, searching and needy for a look. They'd spent yesterday night in different places to get ready for the wedding and prevent each other from seeing the other before hand. Now, he was starving just to be near her.

First, from the doors came the bridesmaids. With them, Gill's God daughter proudly held a pillow with the rings on it. Meryl and Milly walked slow to match her little legs as they all walked to the music. The two girls caught his eye and gave knowing looks, well aware who he was waiting on. Their trio reached the alter, the young ring girl handing off the pillow to Milly and toddling back to her parents.

Then, the doors opened again. Every person looked to them, as the sun appeared.

Not the sun, though she shone as bright. It was immediate, the way their eyes met and held each other's looks from across the way. Gill stood in her wedding attire, veil draped around her and dress cascading from her figure. She began to walk towards him with her steps timed with the song. Each note bringing her closer to him again. He realizes that he's crying. Large, joyful rivers flow and drip from his face. Looking at her just overwhelmed him with joy. There she is.

Vash thinks this is why he was born. To watch her walk towards him across the aisle. To take her hands as he does. To love her.

When she stands right before him, and he can admire each detail, she holds his offered hand and smiles wider to him. "Hey, handsome." She whispers softly.

He smiles back. "Hey, gorgeous."

She stands with him. Seeing his wet tears, she reaches for him and uses her sleeve to wipe his face. It dirties the gown, but he knows thats not what shes prioritizing. Again and again and again, shes proven her love.

They hold both each other's hands, he feels the eager trembling from her's and gently squeezes, rubbing little circles into her's. Vash is glad to have this body, to control two arms to hold her hands. The artifical one too, though he hadn't known it, was made to hold her. Because since he was born to be with her, every part of him was made for her. His arms to hold her, his mouth to tell her loving words, his legs to walk with her. All of him was her's. If she wanted she could break him and he'd simply be glad for it, but she never would. She treated him gently, touch tender and each action loving. He's her's, without any doubt.

Wolfwood begins his speech, voice loud to the audience. He speaks of love, of commitment, and of promises. He gestures to the bride and groom, now letting them speak their vows.

Gill talks first. "Vash, my love. I'd wondered many times what love meant and each person I'd asked gave me a different definition. It was confusing, I couldn't quite picture what a feeling like that meant; then, we met. Love isn't one thing and there's no way to get one answer. To me, for you, love is like breathing. It's simple, and now that I've felt it I cannot stop. My love is colorful and warm, it's made to bring joy and delight. It's your hands in mine, and all the things I do beside you. My devotion is to you. Anywhere we go it's together. I cherish you, each little piece in the work of beautiful art you are. I swear to be with you, always and forever."

Vash has to swallow and regain some composure. "Gill, my dear. I could feel how special you are the day we'd met. I'd rarely allowed anyone to get close to me, but the draw I'd felt towards you urged me to keep you nearby. Though I wasn't the easiest companion, you never left me. You taught me to feel worthy and loved, and remind me at every opportunity of your teachings. You are precious to me, and though I was perhaps the final person to realize your feelings and mine own, now I know how to love. I won't leave you. I would do whatever you asked of me, I would give you everything. The greatest gift is you letting me love you in return. You're mine, and I know I'm yours. There's never been another option. I promise to be beside you, forever and always."

With the vows, Milly presents the rings, both of them taking one of the set. Wolfwood speaks with a smile. "Gillian, do you take Vash to be your husband?"

Her eyes haven't strayed from Vash's. "Yes, I do." And Vash takes her loving hand and slides the ring onto her finger.

Again, wolfwood asks them his question. "Vash, do you take Gillian to be your wife?"

He manages to keep his voice from yelling. "Obviously, I do." And Gill takes his gentle hand and slides the ring onto his finger.

Wolfwood address them, the audience, and the stars. "By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Kiss your fucking bride already." It's astounding he kept professionalism for most of this.

They hardley needed instruction, lips drawn together by forces of nature into a kiss. One of many in their relationship and their first as spouses. It's sweet, it's loving, and it's wonderful. It's a little salty too, Vash hasn't quite crying but there are tears from Gill too, which they both wipe for each other. They both sear the taste of this kiss within their minds, preserved and safe. The kiss seals their promises, a vow made with love and care.

When they draw back, their foreheads stay together. It is just them in that frozen minute.

"I love you." Vash tells her.

"I love you." Gill instinctively says.

Vash could burst into laughter. He's full of more emotion than he can comprehend, elation bursting his seams. The audience clapping is just background sounds. A trill of laughter does escape him, as he scoops his wife around her waist and lifts her feet from the ground. Her arms naturally wrap around her husband's neck and she giggles. That's great, all she needs to do is hold him tightly and he's carry her anywhere. He's going to carry her with the arms made only for her.

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seoafin · 1 year

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No I need every trigun thought you have bc wolfwood’s character is tragic like vash. This whole crew is just messed up and I need to see thoughts and feelings!!!

before anyone says anything you asked so i am answering. i talked about how insane it makes me that wolfwood is literally doomed by the narrative. both in the manga and stampede (sorry to those who think he'll make it out alive in stampede. he's dying.) our first look at him in both the manga AND stampede is seeing him carrying his own grave marker (which i could write a whole paper about just in the fact that it's literally a cross and a fucking machine gun!!!!!). it's representative of the lives he's taken and a tangible manifestation of his sins and guilt that is pointed out as extremely heavy by others. i think in the manga the only other person capable of picking the punisher up is vash??? (which makes me even more crazier bc what do you think that represents huh). the thing about wolfwood is that not only is he a character foil to vash, he completes vash in a way that only he can. only wolfwood can take the lives vash cannot in order to save people, which is something vash finally acknowledges during their fight with leonof the puppet master. i think the absolute saddest thing about wolfwood's character is that he is absolutely a caretaker at heart and violence is not at all inherent to his nature. in the orphanage he grew up in he cooked he took care of the younger children he helped the women out!!! thematically the orphanage he grew up in being the place of his last stand makes so much sense. he fights and dies to protect the orphanage and all the children (yes this includes livio). not to quote myself here but:

ww’s death doubles as salvation and tragedy. somewhere along the way of meeting vash and being witness to his unconditional love and forgiveness for humanity he found it easier to hope!!!! to begin to think that he could be saved. and that’s how he dies.

#HE'S JESUS HE'S JUDAS HE'S MARY MAGDALENE #the punisher's range.........#it's a cross it's a machine gun it punishes and later it saves....#wowowowowowowow #vash taking on the punisher after ww's death makes me want to scream and eat drywall #vash taking on the punisher after ww's death means that we come full circle.#vash takes the punisher on his back along with the burden of ww'd death and the burden of all the lives ww had taken #that burden is what leads him to kill to save livio #redemption in consciously refusing to kill is what kills ww. there is salvation in the form of death. because he was always going to die.#trigun.talk

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