Disclaimer: Trign, Vash, Knives, Wolfwood, Rem and all that crew are not mine, they belong and were created by other people. I'm just having some fun here, that's all.

Historical Note: Drabble 1 takes place on the final episode, Drabble 2 happens between Goodbye for Now and… um… the next one. Drabble 2 takes place at some point after The Great Fall. It doesn't really matter much when.

Blood, Sweat and Tears.

By Yma

:Drip:

Blood and Knives.

He sits alone besides a lush forest, birthed from an oasis of water at its heart. The aristocrat of Eden, waiting patiently for the apocalypse. Alpha and Omega.

A glass of rich red liquid sits in his hand, he holds it tenderly, breathing in the musky bouquet. 

In the distance, distorted by heat, he spies a reflection of himself, garbed in crimson, gory against the sands, marching across the dunes towards him.

He smiles, sips from the glass, testing the texture of the crimson beverage, a rare vintage.

He nods approvingly.

So, blood is thicker than water. 

:Drip:

Sweat and Wolfwood.

Angelina has broken down, so they sit together in the sand, one in cloying black, the other in ill fitting white. The smoke rings released from a crooked cigarette are the only clouds in the sky.

He looks at his pale companion, whose white shirt is uncharacteristically loose, the heat affecting his sensibilities. Beneath the shirt, edges of scaring show upon his sweaty chest. Deep, brutal scars covering his body, evidence of useless pain, hatred and debasement.

'Tell me, Tongari,' he asks, waving his cigarette lazily, 'don't they ever hurt?'

'Only when it rains,' his friend replies.

:Drip:

Tears and Rem

She told him of her own world, showing him holographic facsimiles of trees, birds, flowers and a single loving sun. But there were some things he simply cannot comprehend.

She had always hoped to show him the sea.

He stands alone now and there is sand, sand, everywhere but not a soul to love.

She is lost to the empty blue sky.

Precious water pours from his eyes, drips onto dust, tasting warm and salty in his dry mouth.

Is this what the sea tastes like?

Through his tears he smiles.

He'll cry an ocean for her.

Fin.

Please RnR!