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seventhevening:

millionsofknives:

How convenient.

It was adorable.

If you say so.

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seventhevening:

millionsofknives:

seventhevening:

This is my dragon.

…There are worse titles.

You used to growl in your sleep.

How convenient.

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seventhevening:

This is my dragon.

…There are worse titles.

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Pure rage shined in his stare. How dare he twist and destroy Rem’s words to fit his own sick fantasy? She spoke of a paradise devoid of bloodshed and pain, not one gained by it. 

His hands clenched, almost painfully tight, but he resisted raising a hand to his twin. Knives was completely correct, he wasn’t a human, but he didn’t need to become the tainted creature Knives had.

He turned, heel grinding shattered pieces of china into dust, and swept through the doorway. Twin or not, being near him was the worst possible option at the moment. Instead, he’d go to see Rem, to calm, and to allow the angry monster within to fall back into slumber.

Knives watches him go before slowly settling into the only unmarred chair. He props his chin in his palm and stares one more out the arch. A bare trickle of thought and his servants appear to clear the mess promptly and efficiently.

He murmurs to himself softly,” Well that went well…At least this time it was the china, and not my ribcage.” It would have been worth it to force Vash into another moment of guilt and sorrow. But there’s only so many times he can take the pain of his twin beating at him. Knives…enjoyed it. In a way he could not define but not so close together.

He would wait, and bide.

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In one quick, deft motion, he upturned the table, broken china and tea littering the floor. He strode over to his twin in only two, long steps, fisting the front of his clothes.

You’re finally letting him win the game.

"You only see what you want to see, you refuse to see the good in anyone but yourself," he hissed the words through clenched teeth. "You can preach your fucked up gospel until you’re blue in the face, but it won’t make me into your pawn.” He released his twin with a shove. 

He told himself he was above believing Knives’ words, but it didn’t keep the painful twinge from his chest. He’d seen it himself, experienced it himself, the cruelty of mankind. But it was the only glimmer of light left, in the wake of his brother’s darkness. He’d hold onto it until it would only be pried from his grasp.

"…Did I ever say I was good Vash?" He stumbles a bit, shaking out his limbs and smoothing out his clothing. He eyes the mess and shrugs it off before he watches him retreat again," I never said I was. But I care more for this world. This spinning, desolate ball of dust, then I care about humans. Because it has been here longer then they, and will be here long after they.” His shoulders ripple in a shrug as he begins to pace,” They destroyed their world. Ripped it apart in their greed and you want to defend them? How quaint.”

He rounded on his heel,” I steep my hands in blood with joy. TO stain the red sands with it. And one day, a paradise shall spring forth, and all that were worthy shall live amongst its leaves…That’s a story Rem used to tell us…Was it not Brother?” He spreads his hands,” All I ever wanted. Was to give you the world. And all the goodness in it.” His smile comes back, sad and twisted and perhaps a bit half mad,” But you choose them. SO I do what I can to fix my mistake.” He should have died on that ship to ensure these locust never came to last. How selfish he was, but in time he’ll fix that mistake and maybe Vash will understand then.

He only did this because he loved Vash so very much.

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Vash leaned down, eye to eye with his twin, his own palms flat on the table. “You destroyed everything she worked so hard for, Knives. You killed a few of your own, as well as more than a handful of civilians. How can I trust you now, with her, when I know how low you can sink?”

He held that stare, unblinking, unwavering. His patience and kindness had been taken advantage of far too many times, he held little compassion for his twin now. “I wish she had, too, but without her sacrifice, we’d be the only people on this planet. That’s something I hold dear, something you refuse to understand. That’s why I’m gone, Knives. Because humans make me feel things you can’t.”

Knives feels that pesky jerk in his chest.

His face goes flat and distant at the sensation. HE leans in as well now, the two of them nearly nose to nose,” ..And one day. All that you love now. All these toys you amuse yourself with? They will be gone. And you and I, will still be here…Because man destroys itself Vash. I don’t even have to do anything. For they are wicked and cunning in how they find new and crueler ways to kill themselves.” He hissed softly,” And what will you do then oh twin…when they are all gone, and you are alone. Again.

He leaned away, twisting a hand over the top of the chair and looked away,” For I am used to it. As you so sweetly point out.” He puts a hand over his chest and bows mockingly, face still set like stone,” But you…oh how you will tiwst and suffer. And it won’t. even. be. my doing.” His lip twisted on one side,” But all your own, Vash the humanoid typhoon. You who bring destruction and woe in your wake to the humans…”

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He didn’t even flinch. “The only person who could hurt her is you. You caused her death once, and that’ll stay that way.” All the more reason to leave again, with Rem in tow. He’d take any bullet to keep her safe.

"How happy can she be when she only has your henchmen for company? Or you, for that matter? She’s going to want real humans other people to talk to, see more than just sand and concrete walls. The same things I want.” Which is why I leave you behind.

Knives growls,” Natter natter. IF you ever bothered to actually stay for longer then a week at a time without me NAGGING YOU to be here…YOu’d find there’s far more here. Then walls of concrete and sand.” He flings a hand out, and just barely resists the urge to destroy the delicate cups and pot on the table.

He clenches his fingers into a fist, smoothing out his expression,” And why not. Are my henchmen not human? They can not touch her. They can not harm her.” He plants his palms on the table, laughing at him with a cracked edge to it,” I did not cause her death…she could have come with us.” Something falters under his mask,”. she should have come with us to begin with.”

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"No."

He knew every move in this twisted game even when Knives made up new rules each time. He’d never won, not once. Rem being there still wouldn’t ensure a victory.

"No," he said again. "She is not staying. Not here. You can’t use her to keep me here, either." His voice cut like ice, while his glare burned. Only Knives could bring out the worst side of him, damn him. "I never thought you’d turn into a petty child, and cheat your way into getting what you want.”

" Its not cheating….when every piece is a part of the game Vash." He laughs sharply," You don’t have to stay. Oh I can not even manage that…Not Rem either…but you would visit. Not to be gone for months at a time.” His eyes flick to the light shining through the arch from the suns outside.

He added with a faint mocking lilt,” So you’d risk taking her into the sand wilds? Where bandits and outlaws can get to her…Oh Vash I didn’t know you cared so little. How coldly monstrous of you brother.” His red eyes lock on his twin’s again,” She’s unharmed. She’s happy…and she’s oh so pleased to know we’re alive and…well. Relatively speaking hm? WE know the score.” He rises at last, and slithers into Vash’s space,” And that is how I Will keep it…For now.”

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The cup went ignored. Vash settled his gaze into a mirroring glare, no trace of his usual, light demeanor.

"You bet we’re gonna have a little chat."

Rem was his everything, the mother he never had, and the steady rock on which to lean when everything became too much to bear. Knives was just cold and dry. Damaging. Dragged everyone down with him. Sapped all that was good and bright out of whatever he touched, and left the lifeless husks for Vash to mourn over.

"So, talk.”

" Now now don’t be so sour. Where’s that smile you give everyone else?” He hisses the words, fingers clenching around the cup, only easing his grip when he hears a faint noise of protest verging on cracking from it. He exhales sharply,”…She’s here. And here is where she’s going to stay.”

He set the cup aside again, twisting it on its saucer before his eyes met Vash’s. Truly they were matched twins, both eyes mirroring each other and nothing else. No emotion. No thoughts.

Knives gestured to the walls,” After all. Its steady. No…brigands~ to get her hm? You’ve got a nasty reputation my twin.” His lip curves faintly into sardonic amused hatefulness,” I don’t. The humans that come here are all very much not one to talk…Dead men tell no tales after all. Rem is occupied. Fed and housed. And here you are to visit. Oh won’t she be PLEASED.” The cup cracked with his emotions despite his even tones,” Just like you were so PLEASED when she appeared.”

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Heavy footsteps raced through the house, up the stairs, and stopped in the doorway. The peace-keeping gunman fixed a hard stare on his twin, muscles as rigid as stone. “Where is she,” was all he said, tone almost accusatory.  Knives looked so smarmy, standing there with that fucking smile, begging for it to be slapped clear off of his face.

Stow those thoughts, pacifists do not settle disputes with violence.

If he’s hurt her, he’s asking for it.

He’s your twin, you love your twin.

No, he’s a monster in sheep’s clothing.

"Where is Rem."

" Well hello to you too Vash. So good to have you home. I suppose Legato got you your letter then? Good good." He murmured softly, setting the cup down and leaning back.

The smile disappears to be replaced with a sneer,” Rem. Rem REM REM. All you ever cared about…She’s fine.” He tugged a string mentally and one of the Gung Ho appeared sweating and looking to want to be anywhere but there. They held a new tray, with a fresh pot and a second cup. This was placed before the human practically fled from their unpredictable master when allowed.

He gestured,” Sit Vash. We’re going to have a chat, aren’t we brother dear?” His eyes are dead and cold, the sneer even gone now.

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