Eyes Swept Up A Storm

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The whole day was slightly odd for Wolfwood, okay. More so than odd, he was irritated and confused.

The needle-noggined idiot was silent the whole day, unlike the usual chatty personality of the blonde. And ontop of that, he kept staring at the priest.

He felt those baby blue eyes staring through his sunglasses, peering at him like a burning brand. It felt like he was  stripped down to every fiber of his being, he felt vulnerable. His stomach twisted in an unpleasant way.

When both men sat on the bar stools inside the saloon, Wolfwood felt those eyes lingering at him again when the blonde thought he wasn't paying attention.

The priest played with his beverage for a straight minute before his irritation grew restless, he placed his shot down a bit too hard and the blonde jumped at his seat.

“ Will you quit it, Blondie? “ He turned his head so quickly to face the man beside him wasn't able to look away.

“ Quit what? What are you talking about, Wolfwood? “ Vash scrambled through his words as a small blush slowly appeared on his face. As he was caught red handed, like many times before.

“ Y’think I didn't notice you staring at me? You're too obvious, Spikey. What’s with it anyways? Do I have something on my face? “ The priest raised a hand to his face to check if there's some dirt or grime, at the corner of his eye he noticed that the outlaw shuffled on his seat and shook his head.

“ No.. It’s just.. Ugh, forget about it. Forget I said anything. Sorry for staring. “ The blonde placed his arms on the bar counter while nursing his whiskey, eyebrows furrowed as he watched the amber liquid swirling and sloshing within the glass.

“ Jus’ you being silent and not blabbering like usual concerns me, as annoying as you get, there is clearly something wrong. Now spill it. “ He spat, eyes narrowing at the outlaw as he waited for his response.

Vash mumbled under his breath and turned his head away “ What? Didn't quite catch that Spikey. “ The man opposite to him grumbled again but let out a long sigh “ I said your eyes, they look pretty. “

Well.. huh, that was unexpected.

“ Pretty.. What? Surely there's a catch. “ The corner of his lips cocked a grin, he's just messing with the blonde at this point, bless him.

“ What do you want from me? I said what I said. Happy you got your answer? “ His blatant irritation couldn't hide the blush dusting his cheeks, lips pouted with his eyebrows furrowed.

“ Why yes, I'm happy. But- “ He scoots closer to the typhoon while removing his glasses “ Tell me, why do you think they're pretty? “ Honestly, he's curious too. The man in front of him is basically ethereal looking and yet he's most fascinated at the punisher's eyes.

Both of the men locked eyes, baby blues to storm gray. “ They remind me of rain or storms, if that makes sense. Unforgiving like heavy downpours, but soft when you give it time to, what I'm trying to say is–” You have kind eyes, Wolfwood.  “ Damn it, I forgot. “ Vash dropped his head on the bar counter with a thud, hiding away from the priest.

“ ..Never knew you'd be poetic about it. Thought there'd be nothing inside that needle noggin head of yours than love and peace. “ He snickered at Vash’s rebuttal “ People haven't complimented my eyes before, most of the comments about it are unflattering. So thanks, Vash. “ He finalized with a grin, the humanoid typhoon's head raised from the counter and smiled back, radiant and real. Wolfwood felt something warm grow inside his chest.

“ Now don't consider yourself short, Tongari. You're a sight of sore eyes, by far the prettiest I've ever seen. “ He finally drank his shot and placed the glass down.

“ What? “

“ Huh? “