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Author: YAY! I have two reviews! does her happy dance
Knive's Dreamt as he slept
A spider, killing a butterfly. That was what he saw. Then a hand reaching down and squashing the spider. The butterfly survived, and multiplied until there were swarms. Butterflies dropped and dead everywhere. They starved for there was not enough food left to feed them all. Then there was barren landscape. Nothing but death around him. Death and blood. Death and blood.
And insane, mocking laughter. His laughter.
Meanwhile, Downstairs
Renee had made a wonderful lunch, Vash decided as he took his plate into the kitchen. He had a hard time deciding which of the girls was the better cook. He patted his stomach, which was pleasantly full and sighed contentedly. The girls had all been acting strangely. Meryl had started to trust Renee only a few days ago. Since then, the girls had spent a lot of time talking amongst themselves. He tried to listen in, but they always caught him.
He was thankful Knives was awake, even though Knives had not wanted to talk to him that morning. He only brooded and glared at Vash. He seemed preoccupied. He was watching Renee, every time she entered or left the room. Not in the way a man watches a woman, but in the calculated, scientific way Knives watched things. Beneath it Vash sensed a bit of turmoil and revulsion.
Vash had not looked Renee in the eyes since her first day there. He didn't know what else he was afraid of finding there, but he felt as though he should not find it. Not yet.
He touched the hair at the base of his neck, it had been getting darker. He had noticed some of his sisters were experiancing the same effect. Some just a little, others were almost completely dark. He didn't want to think about what it meant.
Renee entered the kitchen behind him and gently nudged him out of the way. She placed her plate in the sink and asked, "Is something on your mind, Mr. Vash? You have been distracted lately."
Why was she wearing a scarf and long sleeves in this unbearable heat? Oh wait, she had asked me something.
"I'm just concerned about Knives," Vash answered simply.
"You are a miserable liar," She said absently, "Maybe, if you can't trust me with what's bothering you, you should try talking to someone you do trust."
She tilted her head slightly, motioning to Meryl. It had been a long while since he and Meryl sat and talked. He hated to admit it, but it felt good just talking to her. He had tried so hard to keep her at a distance, even after he brought knives home, but she had gotten in anyway. He loved that little woman. That was what scared him the most. She would die someday, and leave him with another hole he could not hope to fill.
He looked up and Renee was gone. That woman moved like a cat. He was sure she was the only human in existence that could sneak away from him like that.
Now that she was gone he had time to reflect on her. She was amazingly beautiful. Even in modest clothes she shone like something other-worldly. He doubted that even Knives was immune to that. Her heart-shaped face and the soft curve where her jaw met her neck lent grace to the soothing nature of her presence. The soft waves in her auburn hair were always neatly kept up. He often wondered what it would look like down. And those eyes! Her thick eyelashes, and wide silver eyes were always so calm and caring. The sound of her voice could probably sing the world to peaceful sleep.
He looked out to the table where Meryl and Millie were and smiled. Still, she was not his Meryl. His cute little insurance girl.
"Hey!" He shouted, "Whatcha talkin' 'bout out there?"
He said, striding in like a nosey 5-year-old. Millie laughed and Meryl thumped him on the head, chastising his nosiness.
Author: Gads but Vash is a cutie. Had to throw that in somewhere. ï
Author: YAY! I have two reviews! does her happy dance
Knive's Dreamt as he slept
A spider, killing a butterfly. That was what he saw. Then a hand reaching down and squashing the spider. The butterfly survived, and multiplied until there were swarms. Butterflies dropped and dead everywhere. They starved for there was not enough food left to feed them all. Then there was barren landscape. Nothing but death around him. Death and blood. Death and blood.
And insane, mocking laughter. His laughter.
Meanwhile, Downstairs
Renee had made a wonderful lunch, Vash decided as he took his plate into the kitchen. He had a hard time deciding which of the girls was the better cook. He patted his stomach, which was pleasantly full and sighed contentedly. The girls had all been acting strangely. Meryl had started to trust Renee only a few days ago. Since then, the girls had spent a lot of time talking amongst themselves. He tried to listen in, but they always caught him.
He was thankful Knives was awake, even though Knives had not wanted to talk to him that morning. He only brooded and glared at Vash. He seemed preoccupied. He was watching Renee, every time she entered or left the room. Not in the way a man watches a woman, but in the calculated, scientific way Knives watched things. Beneath it Vash sensed a bit of turmoil and revulsion.
Vash had not looked Renee in the eyes since her first day there. He didn't know what else he was afraid of finding there, but he felt as though he should not find it. Not yet.
He touched the hair at the base of his neck, it had been getting darker. He had noticed some of his sisters were experiancing the same effect. Some just a little, others were almost completely dark. He didn't want to think about what it meant.
Renee entered the kitchen behind him and gently nudged him out of the way. She placed her plate in the sink and asked, "Is something on your mind, Mr. Vash? You have been distracted lately."
Why was she wearing a scarf and long sleeves in this unbearable heat? Oh wait, she had asked me something.
"I'm just concerned about Knives," Vash answered simply.
"You are a miserable liar," She said absently, "Maybe, if you can't trust me with what's bothering you, you should try talking to someone you do trust."
She tilted her head slightly, motioning to Meryl. It had been a long while since he and Meryl sat and talked. He hated to admit it, but it felt good just talking to her. He had tried so hard to keep her at a distance, even after he brought knives home, but she had gotten in anyway. He loved that little woman. That was what scared him the most. She would die someday, and leave him with another hole he could not hope to fill.
He looked up and Renee was gone. That woman moved like a cat. He was sure she was the only human in existence that could sneak away from him like that.
Now that she was gone he had time to reflect on her. She was amazingly beautiful. Even in modest clothes she shone like something other-worldly. He doubted that even Knives was immune to that. Her heart-shaped face and the soft curve where her jaw met her neck lent grace to the soothing nature of her presence. The soft waves in her auburn hair were always neatly kept up. He often wondered what it would look like down. And those eyes! Her thick eyelashes, and wide silver eyes were always so calm and caring. The sound of her voice could probably sing the world to peaceful sleep.
He looked out to the table where Meryl and Millie were and smiled. Still, she was not his Meryl. His cute little insurance girl.
"Hey!" He shouted, "Whatcha talkin' 'bout out there?"
He said, striding in like a nosey 5-year-old. Millie laughed and Meryl thumped him on the head, chastising his nosiness.
Author: Gads but Vash is a cutie. Had to throw that in somewhere. ï