Reviving from the ashes.

[thesex_machine]

It's been a lot since he sat quietly outside.
He's toying with a silver little cross, his own cross, rough and used, but still bright.
On the grass, he's sorrounded by... ash. His entire body is covered with ash. His hair, his skin, his clothes are glued with a strange ash.
The only things you can see are the blue of his eyes and the red ribbon tieing

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[opinion_neutre]

*Talking a walk outside. He grew restless over the last two weeks, and had to admit to himself that he was worried sick. He doesn't really know if he likes the thought of being that attached to anyone, but he just can't help it.

His goal today is a spot where he can just sit down and be alone to mull things over, to ponder if he should continue his search or just accept thinks like they are, when he spots the other, sitting in the grass. He stops dead in his tracks, heart skipping a beat.*

Fu- Francis!

[ooc: SUCH A PRETTY PICTURE WHAT! <3 <3]

[thesex_machine]

*he doesn't notice him and continues to toying with the cross*

[ooc: THANK YOU <333]

[opinion_neutre]

*Admittedly, his first reaction is anger. Fury. He wants to go over there, yell and beat the shit out of the french for making him worry so much, for going away and just reappearing without warning. He actually takes a few steps with this very intention, but by the time he is at his lover's side, the peaceful expression and the fact that the other doesn't seem to notice him arrive caught on, and the all too familiar pang of worry is there again.
So instead of punching him, he brushes Francis' cheek with the tip of his fingers.*

Fran?

*He'll beat him up later. Maybe.*

[thesex_machine]

*blinks and looks at the hand, then moves on till he meets Vash's eyes. He smiles, pleasantly*

I'm home.

[opinion_neutre]

*Something inside of him just... breaks. He slumps himself next to the other man and clasps one of his arms, burying his face into the ash-covered fabric of the sleeve.

Then he sobs*

[thesex_machine]

*at this movement, ash fills the air, but he embraces Vash kindly, in one of his oh-so-missed hug*
I'm happy to see you too.

[opinion_neutre]

*throws his arms around the other's waist, still sobbing pathetically and hugs, hugs as if he'll never let go ever again*

W-where... I was so worried! I... I just...

[thesex_machine]

I was with my mother.
*strokes his hair*

And with Jeanne.

[opinion_neutre]

*That sounds as if it's important, but he can't make any sense out of it. So he just keeps hugging, his face buried into Francis chest, trying desperately to calm down*

So, so worried... So glad you're ok. You're ok, right?

[thesex_machine]

I'm ok with you.
*coughs some ash*

[opinion_neutre]

Then why did you..? I... I

*he sniffles and inhales some ash, which makes him sneeze*

[thesex_machine]

Bless you.
*pats his back*

God called me. I think it was his voice.
I didn't mean to leave you.
*ups his head, and looks at the sky*
I'm sorry.

[opinion_neutre]

*reaches up and brushes some ash from Francis' cheek. He's still not making any sense, and Vash wonders if it's just some sort of excuse, some sort of very mean and elaborated prank. Or something*

I-Is this going to happen often? I mean...

*then he just gives up and leans against the other one. This is all too much right now.*

Glad to have you back, Fran.

[thesex_machine]

I hope not.

*his voice is like breaking under a strange pain, even if he keeps smiling*

It's sad. It's really sad.

[opinion_neutre]

What is?

*somehow... despite having Francis back, the worrying just won't stop. And that's strange and unpleasant*

[thesex_machine]

...I stayed with those two women.
I don't remember doing something here. Pieces. I have pieces in my mind.

*probablt these sentences don't have meaning for Vash*