[ boothill holds her just as tightly. he wishes he had skin and warm muscle for her to bury herself in, some spread of softness to give her comfort that isn't his hair over metal plating. he wants that life back. he wishes he could walk them both inside of it like passing through a doorway.
and for a moment they're back inside of that shared dream. they're holding each other on the porch of that sweet hillside home. in the dark velvet sky overhead, the milky way spreads out light spills of purple and green and magenta. there are lightning bugs and crickets and rabbits scampering in tall grass. he hasn't seen faerun before, but he remembers that vision she gave him just now; he can imagine them in it again, and this place seems to respond to it in kind. ]
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and for a moment they're back inside of that shared dream. they're holding each other on the porch of that sweet hillside home. in the dark velvet sky overhead, the milky way spreads out light spills of purple and green and magenta. there are lightning bugs and crickets and rabbits scampering in tall grass. he hasn't seen faerun before, but he remembers that vision she gave him just now; he can imagine them in it again, and this place seems to respond to it in kind. ]