[ he's going to swear up a storm and it'll be so weird to type out actual curse words instead of his clown sounding bs
he answers that burst of happiness and affection with his own—stronger, brighter, colorful. everything here is done—tomorrow, they go back to where they came from, and boothill has the rest of their lives to look forward to. ]
Hot as hellfire, you are. I wouldn't wanna miss a minute of that. Here's hopin' I get to see it all.
[ it's all about timing on his end. if he left his world to travel with the rest of them until the cult business is over with, how much time would he lose? how many of his plans and logistics would fall apart if he wasn't there? he doesn't know the answers to these questions. if it were only a few days...
anyway. he keeps his hand at her cheek, the other sliding over her side. he doesn't even need to consider the answer for long. ]
We make those bastards of ours pay, for one thing. Rid the cosmos of these ash-voles for good, 'n make sure no one worse comes along after 'em. Then I can rest easy.
[ he rests his forehead on hers, his smile creeping wider up his mouth. ]
After that, reckon I want the same as you. Somethin' easy. We get ourselves in trouble if we want, but no more high-tailin' it at every turn. Just some stars to look at, creeks runnin' by, playin' a little tune on a guitar, 'n you right there with me. Not so different than what we saw in those visions of ours, I think.
[ the feelings are calm, steady, content, enamored. he has his head tilted, clearly wanting to kiss but holding back only to mutter between them. ]
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he answers that burst of happiness and affection with his own—stronger, brighter, colorful. everything here is done—tomorrow, they go back to where they came from, and boothill has the rest of their lives to look forward to. ]
Hot as hellfire, you are. I wouldn't wanna miss a minute of that. Here's hopin' I get to see it all.
[ it's all about timing on his end. if he left his world to travel with the rest of them until the cult business is over with, how much time would he lose? how many of his plans and logistics would fall apart if he wasn't there? he doesn't know the answers to these questions. if it were only a few days...
anyway. he keeps his hand at her cheek, the other sliding over her side. he doesn't even need to consider the answer for long. ]
We make those bastards of ours pay, for one thing. Rid the cosmos of these ash-voles for good, 'n make sure no one worse comes along after 'em. Then I can rest easy.
[ he rests his forehead on hers, his smile creeping wider up his mouth. ]
After that, reckon I want the same as you. Somethin' easy. We get ourselves in trouble if we want, but no more high-tailin' it at every turn. Just some stars to look at, creeks runnin' by, playin' a little tune on a guitar, 'n you right there with me. Not so different than what we saw in those visions of ours, I think.
[ the feelings are calm, steady, content, enamored. he has his head tilted, clearly wanting to kiss but holding back only to mutter between them. ]