museunboxing | PSL for arkfall

[Vash looks shocked. Someone beat Legato? It didn't seem possible. Even after his back was shattered it was only because of that man that Vash had been unable to escape for so long.] Wolfwood...? [Did he find some way past Legato's ability? It must be when the priest was rescuing him. How else would they have escaped?] Unless... [There was ONE person Vash knew could actually hurt Legato.] Please don't tell me you killed him because I got away.

[Legato was a monster, but especially now after hearing about his past, Vash didn't want him dead. It was a strange mix of sorrow and relief to hear that he had died.]

[Knives looks up at the accusation and for a moment he seems a little surprised at the idea. He isn't sure why he had that reaction to what Vash had said. He had always planned on killing Legato along with all of the other humans. He had never flinched away from hurting him either. Somehow, though, the thought that Vash would think he would kill Bluesummers over something like that surprised him just the same.]

No, of course not. He died during the final battle for Octovern.

[Vash opens his mouth then shuts it. Deciding not bringing up how Knives nearly killed Legato once before didn't seem like it would be helpful.] Octovern, huh? [His frown deepens slightly. Octovern was a pretty big city. He can't help but what kind of casualties happened because of it.

He shoves a bit of pasta in his mouth and for once fully chews it before speaking again.] So a cat person, huh? [Seemed safer than talking about home.]

[Nearly killed. Nearly killed is not the same. Legato had needed to be punished for overstepping before, but Knives had never meant to kill him.

Still, he doesn't try to explain any of that, or talk more about Octovern. Not when Vash is so clearly changing the subject.]

If I had to choose, yes.

But I think I'm much more of a houseplant kind of person. [That might be a joke.]

[Vash finally smiles at the mention of houseplants. He's not completely sure if his brother is joking or not, but just the change in conversation helps his mood.] Good. Because I put one in your room. Now that I have more space I might pick up a few more later too.

[Just fill the place with flowers. He'll try to keep the red ones to his own room.]

I hope the food is alright. With a proper shop I'll make better pasta for you sometime. [He tries to fill the air with conversation. That way his mind can't start drifting back to the future and what this city expects of them soon.]

[Knives tries it out then, and he finds he doesn't hate it at least.]

Thank you. For cooking. And for the plant.

You're... welcome. [It's a bit awkward, but an honest answer. He smiles and for a moment wonders if maybe this was some sort of really strange dream. He had them before of being with his brother again as if the fall had never happened.

True, those dreams didn't tend to be set in a city that forced everyone to have sex all the time, but they were still nice dreams.]

Maybe I'll show you how to cook a bit too once you're settled in a bit better. I like cooking. I find it relaxing and you get a nice tasty reward when you're done too.

[Knives feels much the same way. It's strange but beautiful to be eating with this brother, to have a meal that Vash made for him. It somehow makes him feel so warm in his chest and he isn't entirely sure how to process that so he focuses instead of the process of eating.

He finds he doesn't hate the idea of Vash teaching him more too.

Things for them seem to settle in like this for now. Knives is much calmer when he's in their apartment. It's only really tense for him any time he has to go outside.

So he limits that. He stays in as much as he can.

But they have a public shaming coming up and he can't ignore that without risking Vash being carted away. When it is finally the day they are scheduled to make the scene Knives feels aggravated over the whole thing.

He's trying not to show it though. He doesn't want to frighten Vash more than necessary and he can't imagine his anger would bring up anything but terrible memories.]

Are you sure this is what you want to do? [He asks, as they are getting ready to leave.]

[Vash doesn't make a single mention of the shaming coming up. In fact the way he goes about the next couple days it was like it wasn't something that existed. Instead he keeps himself busy by settling into the apartment. Taking Knives shopping so he can start cooking better meals and he still goes to his job.

Even the day of the shaming he's acting like it was a normal day. The only difference is he didn't bother to put on the armor he usually wears under his coat. He can guess what this place will want and having more clothes on seemed more of a hassle then it will need to be.

So that is why Knives will find his brother lounging the wrong way in a sofa chair. Long legs dangling over the arm rest and a box of donuts sitting on his stomach. Half the box has already vanished into his mouth as he looks over at his brother. Nodding until his current mouthful is swallowed and he can speak properly.]</small. Yeah. It will be faster than whatever they might have planned. Might as well get it over with quick. Besides, there's not a lot you can do that will overly embarrass me these days anyway.

[Knives hasn't been able to eat all day. His stomach feels all twisted up.]

That's not entirely reassuring, Vash.

It will be fine. Really. [Would it?] It's going to be fine. [He jumps nimbly to his feet.] Shall we get going? Probably not a good idea to be late to these sorts of things, huh?

[Vash will head towards the door. The same calm and cool expression he always wears on his face, but Knives will probably know better. He will be able to feel through there shared connection that his twin was actually pretty nervous.]

[Knives is worried. He's worried that he'll take things to far and end up hurting his brother.

He doesn't want to do that anymore, and yet he has to in order to protect him in this world.

It makes him feel like he's weak.]

They'll probably make it worse if we are.

Yeah. [Vash never loses that smile as they walk. Not even as they get closer to the square where already the clue of a crowd can be heard. They seem excited for the show that is about to come. Still Vash look at ease and unconcerned.

Inside he's disgusted that these people are excited to watch him be humiliated. He's also nervous about being at the mercy of his brother.

He falls behind his brother. It would be much better to show that his dominant is in the lead and command here as they step up onto a raised platform to make it easier for all to see the upcoming event.

They're pretty much left to decide what to do themselves. Just the twins and a table of items for Knives to use should he wish to.]

[Knives manages to maintain a presence that makes him intimidating to the normal humans around. He walks up onto the platform and looks over the tools they've left for them. There's a flogger, a gag, some obvious sex toys - which unsettles him - and a small collection of blades.]

Take off your coat and get down on your knees.

[Vash's eyes skip over the sex toys and goes straight for the knives. He didn't expect something that would cut.

He gives a soft sigh as he follows Knives's order. Nimble hands unfastening his jacket. Leaving his chest bare but still dressed in his jeans. The crowd gives a small gasp at the sight of his scars. A few whisper about how Vash must be a troublesome submissive given his calm exterior and massive amount of scarring.

Calmly he gets onto his knees and waits for his brother's next order.]

[Knives always feels a bit of sorrow at the state of Vash's body. So many scars mapping out the wounds he suffered from protecting others. The whispers are irritating, as none of these people know how quickly Vash would gain even more of them if it meant protecting them from some unknown danger.

He has to swallow a desire to punish them all for thinking poorly of Vash. For now, he needs to get this over with. Put on a show so they can go home and never do this again.]

You have a bad mouth, my dear brother, and a real attitude problem. Today, we'll both learn how to control it better, won't we?

[Vash's eyes flick back to the table, but on his knees he can't quite see all the items on it anymore.]

Yes, brother. [Vash adds the family relationship to his answer. Hoping that will be enough to keep the crowd from wanting this to go sexual. He could deal with Knives hurting him, but not that.] I'm ready for your teaching.

[Knives is doing the same thing, making sure to fit in 'brother' as much as possible to ensure the familial relationship is firmly established. He doesn't even want to think about putting his brother in that kind of situation, and he doesn't think that an argument is worth that sort of punishment.

He trails a hand over Vash's shoulder before pulling away to get the gag. He had said that the symbolism of gagging him would play well with the crowd.

He brings it back to Vash.]

First thing first, little brother, we'll gag up that wicked tongue of yours so these good people don't have to listen to your offensive voice.

[Vash eyes the gag with a serene smile on his face. Hiding his great disdain for gags.] If you think that's best, brother. [At least this gag looked tame compared to some he's been forced to put up with.]

[Knives mood says words that he usually cannot bring himself to speak,'I'm sorry.' He doesn't think it clearly, though, nor utter it aloud. It's more a general impression that Vash can sense from him.

To the crowd collected to watch, he seems cold and imposing, though. They cannot sense the regret deep in his heart. He secures the gag and then gets up to select a flogger.]

You will respect my position, little brother. [His voice manages to command the attention of everyone watching, deep and deadly. Only Vash can tell how surface level it all is.

He flogger comes down on his back hard.]

You will respect me, little brother.

[Another hit. Then another.]

[Vash sits passively as the gag is set in place. Although the moment the flogger is picked up he looks pointedly at a couple of people in the crowd and shakes his head at them. He had told his friends to stay away, but it seems some did not listen. Knives may notice the rare displeased look in the crowd, but they stay where they are at Vash's silent plea to them. They would only make things worse at this point.

He flinches and gives a muffled cry of pain as the lashes lick at his scarred back. He closes his eyes and whimpers as he's hit again. Tears start streaming down his face. Playing the pain up a little bit with each stroke. That's what this crowd wants is his pain so Vash will give it to them.

Not that it didn't hurt. It did, but nothing Vash couldn't handle. His back growing raw, red, and bleeding as it continues. He digs his fingernails into his knees and waits for it to end.]

I'm okay. [He mentally tells his brother after each blow even as he starts to tremble.] I'm okay.

[The reassurance helps, but Knives still can't falter. He must carry on the show and make others believe it.

He continues to hit Vash for several more lashes. Finally, when he stops he gets down next to Vash and trails a finger through some of the blood on his back.]

This blood is my blood, little brother. We shouldn't waste it. [He licks his finger clean.]

[Vash is breathing deeply through his nose when the strikes stop. Deep, steady breaths as he deals with the pain.

Their shared link isn't needed as he watches Knives lick his blood off of his finger. Vash's expression is quite clear: ew! Although the crowd loves it. They scream for more.

Vash stays on his knees and really hopes that was just part of the show.]

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[It isn't, but Knives isn't about to examine the urge he has to lean down and lick the wounds on Vash's back.

Knives put a hand on Vash's head, forcing him to lower it. This angles his back, exposing more of the wounds to the crowd and making it easier for him to lean in a lick at one of the marks on Vash's upper back.

The way that his arm and neck move isn't entirely human, but it gives the crowd a better view of what he's doing. He makes a big show of how much he enjoying tasting that blood.]

[Vash doesn't resist the way Knives forces his head down. Simply wincing and making a soft noise of pain as the new cuts are pulled with the way his back is angled. He can feel the blood dripping down his back and the energy it gives the crowd. They don't seem to mind the way the Knives's arm and neck isn't exactly "right". Instead they are far to interested in watching that tongue lick the cut it has found.

Still Vash doesn't fight back. He keeps kneeling until he's to do otherwise. Although he's starting to get the sinking feeling that perhaps he's made the wrong choice.]

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