Post by Deleted on May 22, 2013 22:05:40 GMT -5
Vash paused when he said that if Eva felt like he was being to protective, to let up. He swallowed and shook his head slightly. Memories of his uncle’s face flooding back to mind, the expression he wore when he came back from the hunt….the hunt that turned everything upside down. And the last time he saw his mother. The smile she had on her face when she was being whisked away to the hospital, how excited she was for him to have a baby sister.
She was so happy, and promised him that she would see him soon. When he had protested her leaving—she, she promised that she would be back in no time, with a surprise for him. He had cried and held onto her leg and begged her not to go, but she promised she would be back.
She promised.
After that, the last time she saw her face was as it was being covered by the white blanket of the hospital bed—his father had grieved so much that he refused to have an open casket burial.
That was also the last time he saw his dad smile.
After that, he remembered his father growing angry and drinking all of the time. He barely looked at Vash after that. Vash was the one that took care of baby Eva—seeing as his father was too busy drinking and locking himself in his room. He never saw him anymore. It was as if his father died with his mum. And, had he not been so young and just gotten used to it before the accident, he would have realized that he was an orphan of sorts—him and his baby sister, the one that reminded him so much of his mother and the only comfort he could find when he was upset. Baby Eva and her innocent, sweet mind, and their dog was the only thing that could make Vash feel safe after that.
And when the accident with his father came, and the words that he heard from him when he woke—that was when he realized that life wasn’t fair. That just because someone has gone through a lot, that doesn’t mean that things would get better. The light at the end of the tunnel wasn’t always within reach, it only seemed to get worse, and that was when he wondered if there was a light at all.
That very moment was when he grew up, and everything that followed that only made that thought sink deeper and deeper into the depths of his mind, along with the words that his father had shouted at him when he woke.
As these memories stirred within Vash’s mind, he had stopped walking, and his body had grown rigid, face paled and fists formed. He wanted to fight those thoughts—those images and memories, he wanted to wish them away on a gust of wind. He wanted to forget. He couldn’t bare the thought of crying in public—or well, in the presence of anyone really. Especially someone he didn’t know well.
He tried to get a hold of himself by biting down on his bottom lip, before letting out a deep breath and just shaking his head again. “There are things…I can’t let her experience….I have reasons for being so protective of her…I—I can’t help it.”
He sighed before kicking at the ground and starting walking again, trying to busy his mind with something else by continuing to figure out the path out of the maze—and trying to hide any bit of emotion on his face.
Vash nodded once, trying to keep back with the conversation of his powers. “I suppose….seeing someone talking to themselves would seem strange….but, melting in the middle of a test is just as bad I’d say.” He tried to mask the pain in his voice as he spoke, attempting to keep the conversation light again—attempting, but failing horribly.
She was so happy, and promised him that she would see him soon. When he had protested her leaving—she, she promised that she would be back in no time, with a surprise for him. He had cried and held onto her leg and begged her not to go, but she promised she would be back.
She promised.
After that, the last time she saw her face was as it was being covered by the white blanket of the hospital bed—his father had grieved so much that he refused to have an open casket burial.
That was also the last time he saw his dad smile.
After that, he remembered his father growing angry and drinking all of the time. He barely looked at Vash after that. Vash was the one that took care of baby Eva—seeing as his father was too busy drinking and locking himself in his room. He never saw him anymore. It was as if his father died with his mum. And, had he not been so young and just gotten used to it before the accident, he would have realized that he was an orphan of sorts—him and his baby sister, the one that reminded him so much of his mother and the only comfort he could find when he was upset. Baby Eva and her innocent, sweet mind, and their dog was the only thing that could make Vash feel safe after that.
And when the accident with his father came, and the words that he heard from him when he woke—that was when he realized that life wasn’t fair. That just because someone has gone through a lot, that doesn’t mean that things would get better. The light at the end of the tunnel wasn’t always within reach, it only seemed to get worse, and that was when he wondered if there was a light at all.
That very moment was when he grew up, and everything that followed that only made that thought sink deeper and deeper into the depths of his mind, along with the words that his father had shouted at him when he woke.
As these memories stirred within Vash’s mind, he had stopped walking, and his body had grown rigid, face paled and fists formed. He wanted to fight those thoughts—those images and memories, he wanted to wish them away on a gust of wind. He wanted to forget. He couldn’t bare the thought of crying in public—or well, in the presence of anyone really. Especially someone he didn’t know well.
He tried to get a hold of himself by biting down on his bottom lip, before letting out a deep breath and just shaking his head again. “There are things…I can’t let her experience….I have reasons for being so protective of her…I—I can’t help it.”
He sighed before kicking at the ground and starting walking again, trying to busy his mind with something else by continuing to figure out the path out of the maze—and trying to hide any bit of emotion on his face.
Vash nodded once, trying to keep back with the conversation of his powers. “I suppose….seeing someone talking to themselves would seem strange….but, melting in the middle of a test is just as bad I’d say.” He tried to mask the pain in his voice as he spoke, attempting to keep the conversation light again—attempting, but failing horribly.