this is especially sad because he gets so, so happy and warm over what she says. love you all the same—unconditional acceptance for who and what he is and will become. ]
Love you too. [ he murmurs softly, with the warmest smile and softest gaze. he's seconds from stealing a long string of kisses from her mouth when he's pulled into those memories.
and now that i've read it, sorry, whenever they get out of those memories, boothill is going to be leaning back and grasping at her arms, his single visible eye wide, his face blanched. his stomach lurches with nausea—from the food, the drinks, the sex. he manages to keep it down.
it takes a moment for him to realize again that what he'd seen hadn't been his own memory—it hadn't been him struggling on that table, watching his body be ripped open and his own beating heart put on display. it was karlach again, tortured horrendously. boothill changed himself, but that was his own decision to make. karlach was changed because someone else wanted her to.
he knew this already. still, his human heart is rabbiting, pounding against his ribcage hard enough to ache. he looks over karlach's face, convincing himself again that every detail of her is real. he reaches out and holds her cheek. ]
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this is especially sad because he gets so, so happy and warm over what she says. love you all the same—unconditional acceptance for who and what he is and will become. ]
Love you too. [ he murmurs softly, with the warmest smile and softest gaze. he's seconds from stealing a long string of kisses from her mouth when he's pulled into those memories.
and now that i've read it, sorry, whenever they get out of those memories, boothill is going to be leaning back and grasping at her arms, his single visible eye wide, his face blanched. his stomach lurches with nausea—from the food, the drinks, the sex. he manages to keep it down.
it takes a moment for him to realize again that what he'd seen hadn't been his own memory—it hadn't been him struggling on that table, watching his body be ripped open and his own beating heart put on display. it was karlach again, tortured horrendously. boothill changed himself, but that was his own decision to make. karlach was changed because someone else wanted her to.
he knew this already. still, his human heart is rabbiting, pounding against his ribcage hard enough to ache. he looks over karlach's face, convincing himself again that every detail of her is real. he reaches out and holds her cheek. ]
Karlach... Fucking hell, I... Not like that...!