[ vash's boot has shoved up a wrinkled carpet of grass as he resists the gravitational pull of his own creation. his glassy prosthetic is locked in place around her, joints stiff and unyielding to keep her from accidentally slipping from his grasp. he's not the least bit interested in finding out what happens to a person if their horizon self gets spaghettified and torn apart at the subatomic level. likely nothing pleasant.
one of the masks finally loses its grip and goes flipping through the air; its shape deforms, thinning out as it nears the mini-singularity-- and disappears into the pitch black. the other two teeter precariously before they, too, quickly blip out of existence into the vacuum.
vash flings his free arm out, fingers spread, and then makes a fist.
the black hole's stability wavers and then deteriorates, waning into nothing. vash puffs out a sigh, broad shoulders sagging with relief. ]
Are you okay?
[ all around them wildflower petals, shredded grass, and a thinning cloud of dust dances in the air; the aftermath. ]
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one of the masks finally loses its grip and goes flipping through the air; its shape deforms, thinning out as it nears the mini-singularity-- and disappears into the pitch black. the other two teeter precariously before they, too, quickly blip out of existence into the vacuum.
vash flings his free arm out, fingers spread, and then makes a fist.
the black hole's stability wavers and then deteriorates, waning into nothing. vash puffs out a sigh, broad shoulders sagging with relief. ]
Are you okay?
[ all around them wildflower petals, shredded grass, and a thinning cloud of dust dances in the air; the aftermath. ]