Trigun body horror week
Day 2 - Skin
Menarche
Do you ever wonder if Knives was afraid, the first time he sprouted blades instead of feathers? Would have he been less terrified, if he wasn't alone?
Do you ever wonder if he begged for his brother to come and help him understand?
Do you think it hurt?
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Bad day?
A tired Vash and Nai Saverem.
Highschool au, strong familial love, Knives/ Nai Saverem is bad at feelings
Knives had finally arrived home, having to work late once again. He’d take any extra hours he could get, knowing that there were bills to pay at home.
The front door to his shared apartment ceremoniously slammed shut, twice, with him having to slam it twice due to the slightly smaller frame against the bigger door. Aggravating his headache further. God, was he tired.
He carefully toed off his shoes, placing them by the wall and sitting on the crummy couch they thrifted. He groaned, hand settling on his face and rubbing his temples in a sore attempt to soothe the irritating headache. He could probably sit down before he had to make dinner. They had.. spam? Maybe he could make spam and rice.. and he’d gotten frozen vegetables on sale last week, so maybe-
“Hey.” Vash entered the living room, smile on his face as he tiredly sat next to Nai. “Heard you come in. How are you?”
“..exhausted..” he sighed, leaning back once more. “You?” He peeked through the gaps between his fingers, glancing over to Vash.
His cerulean eyes dashing away from his told Knives plenty, paired with the pause in his response.
“Another hard day?”
“..yeah.” He sighed, any attempt to lie to him would remain pointless. Fruitless. Knives read him well. “But- I’m sorry work must’ve been hard. I can sit while you make dinner?” His eyes flickered with hope.
“If you get more assignments done. You shouldn’t keep slacking.” Ah, yes, the usual berating from his brother. Loving berating, though.
“..I know.” Vash looked down once again, arms resting over his knees. The solemn melancholy of his expression was suffocating, grief and guilt wavering to the surface once again. Knives softened, “..If you need assistance, notify me.” He was truly just worried.
“I don’t wanna bother you.”
“You’re not.” He reassured him, “If anything, your idiotic behavior of neglect towards yourself is bothersome.” He huffed, “You’re really ridiculous sometimes.”
“Cool it.” Vash shook his head in amusement, but at least now a smile played on his lips. “Any ideas for dinner?”
And Nai told him the plan for tonight, wearily standing up to begin dinner. Vash listened the best he could despite the bags under his eyes, consonant to the irritated wrinkles he could see lightly etched into his brother’s skin if he squinted.
He really did feel guilty. Here he was, barely able to get up for hours or days at a time with the only force keeping him somewhat stable from depressive slumps his brother, who worked full time and helped him stay on top of his own studies, along with his.
Because he cares. And Vash thinks he’s the only person who will ever care this much, as he takes in the fond sight of Nai checking over his shoulder to view what schoolwork Vash plans to start.
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𝐈 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 ����𝐀𝐍𝐃 & 𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐈'𝐌 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 & 𝐈'𝐌 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 & 𝐈'𝐌 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 . 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐓𝐎 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 , 𝐈'𝐌 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐃 ; 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 … 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 .
# ANGLDSTS . indie , priv & selective portrayal of angel dust from hazbin hotel . adored by corvid .
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I would simply like. To be able to do my hormone injection on a reasonable schedule. But I always seem to be missing some necessary part of the syringe and it is always on back order at the pharmacy.
Bleh.
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