A house in the desert
Disclamer: Trigun and all it's characters do not belong to me.
NOTE: This might spoil many things for you. This is set after the last episode of Trigun. So read at your own risk. I can't even imagine the spoilers contained in this simply because the entire story is based off of the spoilers themselves.
Author's note: I definatily think I might write more than this. Who knows? I wanted to write this out, simply because i do believe in a romance between Vash and Meryl. Not a very gushy one, mind you. Because they aren't soul mates i don't think. But I do think that they keep each other quite nicely. Maybe if i get good feedback I'll continue. I want to incorporate Milly and Knives, too. Of course, this is based on being strictly in character. Milly/Knives is stupid. don't expect it.
Author's note to the MAX: by the way, i don't have any type of spellcheck on my computer. so forgive me.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
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A House in the desert
(by a Million Girl March)
The house stood in desert, a small town dotting the horizon. The night was familiar and cold. The air was quiet, and soft. A well was dug, and the outline of a large cross was lit faintly by the five moons sitting in the sky. Both momuments could be seen from the front porch of said house. Seen and purposfully put.
"Vash, how old are you?" Meryl was quiet, and felt guilty for breaking their silence.
He sat in a rocking chair, wearing pajamas. His hair was limping over his face, and untended stubble growing on his jaw. She wondered if he ever felt weary, or ever looked down on her for being young and mortal. He did not smile.
" I don't really know anymore, " he was quiet. She looked at her feet.
" How old were you when you did?" she didn't mean to pry. Well, that was a lie, she did mean to pry.
" Hey, can't you tell? You're asleep right now. This is all a dream." He smiled. They sat in silence for a few awkward moments. She pulled her knees to her chin.
" Vash, i always wanted to tell you that-" she was cut off.
" What would you say if I told you that I'm the boogie man!" He stood and wiggled his hands at her. " Wake up quick or else you'll have nightmares!" He smiled again and walked to the door.
She held her head in her hands and sighed. She heard the door creak open and shut behind her. She looked at the fifth moon and wondered how long it would take for the large crater to become familiar. Things like that...things like Vash...always faded away. From memory to rumor. Rumor to legend. Until in the end, it was as if it never happened. How long would it be until Vash no longer happened?
" I just wanted to tell you that....." she whispered outloud.
" I'm a man who you'd die for! Well let me tell you something, I'd die a thousand times, for the sake of love! The sake of love and women and freedom! On my white horse i shall gallop into the horizon to follow my dream of love! Do not be sad, do not cry for me lovely maiden! I am a man of destiny!" on one knee beside her, Vash held his hand over his heart and his other reached towards the sky.
" I wanted to tell you that you've gotten real ugly since you stopped shaving!" she spat. He laughed and sat back down next to her. She did not laugh. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed again. He looked at her and smiled. Her hair was longer. She looked much like Rem. But that wasn't why he liked her so much.
" One hundred and thirty nine." he smiled at the ground. Her heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Impossible and unaged he sat beside her. She could feel his body heat, she could smell him and see his clear skin. She could see his hands, his chest. But it was hard to believe he was there at all.
" I'm just the blink of an eye to you, Vash. I'm a minute of your time. But you're five hundred years to me." She was agast and her face was open and pained at the reality of her youth. She stopped talking and he looked at her with the eyes that frightened her. His seriousness was as startling as a bullet.
" Every moment of a life is important. Your life isn't any less important than my own. Time means nothing." He put a hand on her sholder. " One single moment can last a lifetime."
" You can't ever measure time, can you? You can't fit it in it a cup. You can't put it on a scale. For all we know, time isn't real. Then maybe you and I are the same age. Maybe i was born today."
"Well, happy birthday." His arm was around her sholders.
Life was different now. Life could never be the same. Rem Saverem was his savior, and had indeed saved him. But he was not her husband. He was not her family. He was, at most, her student. Maybe even her son. He loved her. But all the things he loved in Rem, he also loved in Meryl. She was as endearing as Rem had been. As perservering, to the very end as Rem had been. But Rem had taught him and Rem had also moved on to a better place. Meryl was a different sort of interesting. He didn't know Meryl. She was energetic and introverted. She was strong. She was warm and she was with him, sitting in the desert. For him.
She had also fallen asleep. He didn't know what to do. He should pick her up and put her to bed but he didn't feel like doing so. He felt like maybe even sort of holding her for a little while. He felt a little guilty, wondering if he should do so without her awake to witness it. Five hundred years? He was worth five hundred years to her. Maybe she didn't realize that she had said that. Maybe he knew that already. Maybe he knew her better than he thought. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as he should be, concidering his age. Maybe he was just the slighest bit embarassed by that fact. Maybe she was more experienced than he was. And then maybe he began to seriously think that just maybe Meryl was right about the irrelevence of time.
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Comment and Criticism quite appreciated. Thanks! Also, if anybody feels the kindness to spellcheck this for me, I'd be quite thankful. Have a nice evening!
email: AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
Disclamer: Trigun and all it's characters do not belong to me.
NOTE: This might spoil many things for you. This is set after the last episode of Trigun. So read at your own risk. I can't even imagine the spoilers contained in this simply because the entire story is based off of the spoilers themselves.
Author's note: I definatily think I might write more than this. Who knows? I wanted to write this out, simply because i do believe in a romance between Vash and Meryl. Not a very gushy one, mind you. Because they aren't soul mates i don't think. But I do think that they keep each other quite nicely. Maybe if i get good feedback I'll continue. I want to incorporate Milly and Knives, too. Of course, this is based on being strictly in character. Milly/Knives is stupid. don't expect it.
Author's note to the MAX: by the way, i don't have any type of spellcheck on my computer. so forgive me.
email address = AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com
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A House in the desert
(by a Million Girl March)
The house stood in desert, a small town dotting the horizon. The night was familiar and cold. The air was quiet, and soft. A well was dug, and the outline of a large cross was lit faintly by the five moons sitting in the sky. Both momuments could be seen from the front porch of said house. Seen and purposfully put.
"Vash, how old are you?" Meryl was quiet, and felt guilty for breaking their silence.
He sat in a rocking chair, wearing pajamas. His hair was limping over his face, and untended stubble growing on his jaw. She wondered if he ever felt weary, or ever looked down on her for being young and mortal. He did not smile.
" I don't really know anymore, " he was quiet. She looked at her feet.
" How old were you when you did?" she didn't mean to pry. Well, that was a lie, she did mean to pry.
" Hey, can't you tell? You're asleep right now. This is all a dream." He smiled. They sat in silence for a few awkward moments. She pulled her knees to her chin.
" Vash, i always wanted to tell you that-" she was cut off.
" What would you say if I told you that I'm the boogie man!" He stood and wiggled his hands at her. " Wake up quick or else you'll have nightmares!" He smiled again and walked to the door.
She held her head in her hands and sighed. She heard the door creak open and shut behind her. She looked at the fifth moon and wondered how long it would take for the large crater to become familiar. Things like that...things like Vash...always faded away. From memory to rumor. Rumor to legend. Until in the end, it was as if it never happened. How long would it be until Vash no longer happened?
" I just wanted to tell you that....." she whispered outloud.
" I'm a man who you'd die for! Well let me tell you something, I'd die a thousand times, for the sake of love! The sake of love and women and freedom! On my white horse i shall gallop into the horizon to follow my dream of love! Do not be sad, do not cry for me lovely maiden! I am a man of destiny!" on one knee beside her, Vash held his hand over his heart and his other reached towards the sky.
" I wanted to tell you that you've gotten real ugly since you stopped shaving!" she spat. He laughed and sat back down next to her. She did not laugh. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed again. He looked at her and smiled. Her hair was longer. She looked much like Rem. But that wasn't why he liked her so much.
" One hundred and thirty nine." he smiled at the ground. Her heart skipped a beat. She opened her eyes and stared at him. Impossible and unaged he sat beside her. She could feel his body heat, she could smell him and see his clear skin. She could see his hands, his chest. But it was hard to believe he was there at all.
" I'm just the blink of an eye to you, Vash. I'm a minute of your time. But you're five hundred years to me." She was agast and her face was open and pained at the reality of her youth. She stopped talking and he looked at her with the eyes that frightened her. His seriousness was as startling as a bullet.
" Every moment of a life is important. Your life isn't any less important than my own. Time means nothing." He put a hand on her sholder. " One single moment can last a lifetime."
" You can't ever measure time, can you? You can't fit it in it a cup. You can't put it on a scale. For all we know, time isn't real. Then maybe you and I are the same age. Maybe i was born today."
"Well, happy birthday." His arm was around her sholders.
Life was different now. Life could never be the same. Rem Saverem was his savior, and had indeed saved him. But he was not her husband. He was not her family. He was, at most, her student. Maybe even her son. He loved her. But all the things he loved in Rem, he also loved in Meryl. She was as endearing as Rem had been. As perservering, to the very end as Rem had been. But Rem had taught him and Rem had also moved on to a better place. Meryl was a different sort of interesting. He didn't know Meryl. She was energetic and introverted. She was strong. She was warm and she was with him, sitting in the desert. For him.
She had also fallen asleep. He didn't know what to do. He should pick her up and put her to bed but he didn't feel like doing so. He felt like maybe even sort of holding her for a little while. He felt a little guilty, wondering if he should do so without her awake to witness it. Five hundred years? He was worth five hundred years to her. Maybe she didn't realize that she had said that. Maybe he knew that already. Maybe he knew her better than he thought. Maybe he wasn't as experienced as he should be, concidering his age. Maybe he was just the slighest bit embarassed by that fact. Maybe she was more experienced than he was. And then maybe he began to seriously think that just maybe Meryl was right about the irrelevence of time.
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Comment and Criticism quite appreciated. Thanks! Also, if anybody feels the kindness to spellcheck this for me, I'd be quite thankful. Have a nice evening!
email: AMillionGirlMarch@hotmail.com