Title: Relief
Series: 1 of 3
Author: ibshafer
Rating: PG
Character/Pairing: VashXMeryl
Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me spin them around the page now and then.
Spoilers: Yes! Post series, read at yer own risk!
Summary: What happens next…
Warnings: None
Genre: Trigun
Feedback: yes, please!
Relief
ibshafer
Rain was a thing she had never known first hand, but she imagined this was what it must feel like.
Blasted into the sky from the depths of a long dead well, water was pouring down from above, freed from the subterranean bubble that had enveloped it deep in the earth, freed by sweat and heavy blows, by desperation, need and the unbeatable will of the living to survive.
Relief…
As they danced in the now drenched streets, arm and arm with the townspeople who had become their temporary family, she saw a figure in the distance, coming closer, slowly closer.
The image wavered in the desert heat, resolving, coalescing into something vaguely humanoid; tall, black-clad.
The specter would have been unrecognizable, frightening even, but for the shock of sunlit broom bristles that crowned its head.
Moving easily under some large bundle held heavily over one shoulder, the imposing figure seemed stripped, bereft and freed – all at once.
Her brain struggled to add the parts up in some knowable whole, but some of the parts were missing; red, for one.
As it turns out, her heart was a much more reliable source; it figured it out before her brain did…
Something large and expansive, like helium in a balloon, flared to life in her chest, swelling until it spilled out to mingle with the sweat and the "rain" and she experienced a sensation that like rain, she had not expected, one she had not dared to hope for.
Relief…
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Preview from Part 2: Release
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"I love you!!" she suddenly blurted out, in part because she couldn't think of anything else to say.
She was desperate to make him put down the body, make him react, make him speak; anything to keep him from leaving.
She hadn't meant to confess her feelings in the middle of the street this way.
Under normal circumstances, she would only have to offer him donuts.
But these were anything but normal circumstances…