Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Talk of Love and Peace

You walk through the metal corridor of Ship Three, Home. The halls are as empty as always as you make your way through them alone. You are reminded of your own ship from long ago, the layout being exactly the same. This hallway leads into the common area. Up ahead, there are doors that open up to the larger hall, where the crew could take their time to recover from the stress of their work. There are soft couches and nooks for reading. There's a table for games and even a bar. But your ears hear something more interesting. In the midst of everything else, there is a piano. It is beautiful and intricate, made out of wood from Earth. The nanorobots built into it make sure it always stays in tune; the sound is rich and pure.

The music draws you in like a spell until you get close enough for the doors to open and reveal the familiar figure sitting by the instrument and producing such wonderful melodies. It sounds vaguely familiar, like a song you used to sing a very long time ago.

"I didn't know you played the piano," you say softly as you walk closer to the blonde man.

"Come, sit." He doesn't look over to you, but you hear a softness in his voice. The music never stops for a moment as his fingers keep gliding over the keys. He scoots over to make room on the bench for you. The melody transforms into something new as you make yourself comfortable to his left. A vague smile graces his lips as his eyes are nailed to the piano.

Music fills the room and your head. His hands are so graceful as they dance on the black-and-white keyboard. They produce beautiful chords and strings of notes. Your heart feels so light as your gaze moves onto the man's face. His sharp nose is so clear from this angle; you look at his eyes and the birthmark on his cheek. You lean into his side, your head rests on his shoulder, and the melody changes again into something calmer where his left arm would have to move around less so as not to disturb you. He looks down at you with a soft expression.

"What is this music? It sounds so familiar. Like I've heard it before," your voice stays quiet, barely audible over the notes.

"These are songs from Sagittarius 7J23, your home. There are records of its culture on the ship's computers, and you remember them too. Lullabies sung to children, songs for working, for spending time together." His voice is so calm and soothing, a melody of its own.

"I remember very little, but... thank you." You reach up to place a kiss on his cheek. "This means a lot to me. The sentiment alone is so sweet, my love."

He looks over to you again, and you place a kiss on his lips. The music doesn't stop as he closes his eyes, only to open them again with a kind look in them.

"When all is done and peace reigns over this world, I will play for you every day, so you would sit by my side just like this. I will compose for you, create new songs, and new music for this world. For our world," his look is insistent and sure of every word he says.

"I look forward to it." Your head rests back on his shoulder to look at his hands. "When all this is over, I'll sit here by your side every day and listen to you play. In our own little world."

"Just keep looking at me like that and don't be afraid. That's all I ask of you."

"I'll never be afraid of you." A slight chuckle escapes you, and you gently touch his arm with your fingers. You notice bright blue lines flaring up on the back of your hand; they twist around like vines as they climb up your forearm, and smaller, dimmer lines creep onto your fingers. You're surprised by the sight. "What's this?"

"You make a beautiful Plant."

***

You're surrounded by desert, the relentless suns shining down, with nowhere to hide, no rock formations casting shadows, no wrecks, no houses. Just the hostile heat tiring out your toma even while they are resting. But that's not where your focus is. You stand toe to toe with the man before you. The slightly awkward and strange figure whose true feelings are still a mystery, yet you're ready to pour out your heart.