[ohhhh BOY do we hate rich people, that is correct. she grins a little.]
You know, Lucas thought it was surprising that I do strategy sometimes, but I was a solider for ten years, I've got some ideas. [granted she does better just ramming through doors like the kool-aid man, but hey.]
But you know all the bits and pieces. So I'll follow your lead, and we'll protect each other. I'm pretty hard to kill even without the engine.
... Might be more than you even, if we can manage to wish you all human parts again somehow.
[ he had more to say, especially about the strategy parts, but those fall away once they get into his transformation. his smile drops away, but he looks thoughtful more than troubled or upset. ]
About that. [ he searches her face. ] I'm fieldin' some opinions on this, but... you told me you got faith in Fa—... Scien, right? That he makes good on his promises?
[ itchy... uncomfortable? she's so cute. he takes that hand and rests it on his chest, over the casing of his heart. ]
Yeah. Didn't feel like he was lyin' about it at all. I thought the same thing, 'bout goin' from metal to metal. Don't know a thing about bein' a Reliver, what the drawbacks are 'n such.
[ he thinks for a moment before looking back at her. ]
All I know is that I want what we got last Wednesday night. And if I get lucky enough, I wanna grow old with ya'. Don't care how I get it or who I gotta find to do it.
[itchy uncomfortable!! she rests her hand where he places it, tracing her fingers over the metal.]
I'll ask him more about the specifics. He's said he'll do whatever I ask, so it should be easy. [she kind of vaguely wonders if he offered boothill the chance because of her, but that feels too egotistical and so she doesn't say it.
as for the rest, she - funnily enough - flushes a little darker red? and leans down to steal a kiss because that last bit flusters her. he's so genuine and it's cute... it gets her every time.]
Yeah. I want that too. [...] Gods, I want that more than anything. A life full of - well, Wednesday nights.
[ boothill isn't surprised. karlach likely has plenty of those people in this place.
one of the conditions of scien's deal was "make karlach happy," so she was at least part of the reason... the rest of it seemed to be scien acting on his own principles.
but that flush of red quickly takes all of his attention. his eyelids fall shut and tilts his head to meet her kiss, his heartbeat leaping under her palm. when she draws back, he grins at her, lifting his other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. ]
Whatever the lady wants, she gets. [ he sinks his fingers in her hair, drawing it back even more from her face. ] Not just 'cause I want it too.
[ he takes another kiss, shorter this time. ]
I'm thinkin' we should get off the floor here, maybe find somewhere else to chat.
I don't know how! I'm just nice to him... maybe that's why.
[all that affection, the fingers in her hair, makes her want to not get up off the floor, but she will! reluctantly, since she doesn't want him to stop, but he's right, they shouldn't just spoon on the ground in the middle of the mall. so. when he pulls away from the kiss, she absently runs her fingers over her bottom lip, still red. her tail swishes across the floor, and she leans over him to grab for his hat.
and puts it on her own head, minding her horns so she doesn't hurt it.]
Oh, right. Off the floor it is. [a beat.] Wait - I had something I wanted to give you, so we can go there?
[ he doesn't want to leave it either, but it would be better to have her snug on a couch or in bed somewhere if they're going to be sappy at each other. he enjoys that flushed look while he still has it, and he nearly presses another kiss over her fingertips.
but fine, he's getting to his feet. he laughs once she puts his hat on her head again. ]
We gotta cut some holes in there, or at least get ya' your own. You still wear it better than me.
I'd wear a hat. You think I look good with one? I've always thought it was a little silly with the horns.
[laces their hands together, leading him off. off towards elysium, though she's careful because i rolled a one against the big daddies yesterday and she JUST promised she wouldn't go dying left and right.]
Aw, I forgot you could see that. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking of you. [...] Tempted to throw another party just to see you in a suit again.
[off they go - to the little tea room/garden place. she pauses when they're actually in it because she likes it here. it's green, and she always misses green.]
Yeah. You've seen - well, sort of, you've seen the Hells. This is the exact opposite. [tugs him over to one of the tables, and picks up bouquet that looks sort of like this but way less professional. she hesitates, and then:]
I feel like I should know your favorite flowers, and I'm sorry if you hate these, but --
[ boothill is utterly stunned. he looks dumbly at the bouquet, heart stopping and starting. then he takes the bundle as the warmest smile widens over his mouth. he turns it, looking over every blooms. ]
Karlach, this... I got no idea what to say.
[ he laughs softly. it's obvious, but he's never received a bouquet before in his life—nothing more than the daisies and dandelions handed to him by his orphaned siblings, by a little baby who crumpled them in her hands and smeared them in his palm.
it doesn't matter that these aren't professional. it's better that it isn't, in fact. he looks at karlach with that soft smile, chest full of warmth. ]
Who's the charmer now, huh? C'mere, beautiful.
[ he carefully keeps the bouquet in hand as he sinks his fingers in her hair and pulls her down for a deep, heavy, meaningful kiss. ]
[she'd stood in this room trying her best to make something - she's not a very creative person, built for destruction as she is. haven't got a delicate bone in my body, she'd said to those who watched her try. but she wanted to push herself to make something pretty for someone else, something to balance out all the things she's had to break. a chance to be gentle and sweet, after years of being incapable of it. she thinks maybe both of them deserve that.
boothill looks up at her with that look on his face and she knows that it was silly to be nervous almost immediately. when he pulls her in, she settles in close, hands on his face, kissing him easy and slow, heart thudding in her ears. kisses him until she's breathless, and then pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against his.]
Oh, good, you like them. [she jokes, grinning.] Love you.
[her tail is just wriggling, she can't help herself.]
[ he loves her tail wiggles. he loves everything about her, actually. he follows that string of long, sweet kisses until the very end of it, when he's spent all the breath in his metal lungs and she's got her forehead up against his, warm as anything.
he keeps a careful hand on his bouquet as he wraps his arm around her and draws her in. once she's within reach, he softly kisses her jaw and neck and collarbone. ]
I love you too. You know that.
[ he murmurs back, nosing into her neck. he smiles. ]
Imagine sayin' I don't like 'em. Gale and Astarion would strike down where I stand, and I'd be lyin' my behind off anyhow. Now I gotta find some way to get back at ya'.
[the comment about gale and astarion makes her laugh, her head tilted to the side so he can kiss wherever he wants.]
They're so funny - I hope you don't mind too much, they're just protective. You tell me if they're too much, I'll whack them. [her dumb boys... fond.] Anyway, get me back however you'd like. I bet you can think of something.
[she noses at him to steal another kiss, and then just like - sways them back and forth? a little like an impromptu slow dance. when she's happy, she really can't stop moving. she wants to explore more eventually, but she's taking advantage of every single one of these moments.]
[ he sways with her happily, laughing softly. he sets the bouquet back onto its table and wraps both arms around her, leading them in a circle. they're getting better at this. ]
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[ ...
he brings her hand in and kisses her fingers. as he runs his thumb over her knuckle, over and over: ]
You know I got my vengeance that I gotta follow through on.
[ he's quietly asking if she still agrees with it. ]
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[she shifts, watching him do this, relaxed and easy. and his quiet unasked question gets a tilt of her head.]
Yeah? Of course? [without hesitation.] I'm going with you on that one, right? Thought that was implied.
[revenge didn't work for her, but that doesn't mean it's not something worth doing in the right circumstances.]
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Heh. Just checkin' in.
[ oswaldo schneider needs to die too and he's not budging on that. we hate rich people!!! ]
I don't want nothin' happenin' to ya' neither. If you're helpin', I gotta strategize 'fore I put you in the line of fire.
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You know, Lucas thought it was surprising that I do strategy sometimes, but I was a solider for ten years, I've got some ideas. [granted she does better just ramming through doors like the kool-aid man, but hey.]
But you know all the bits and pieces. So I'll follow your lead, and we'll protect each other. I'm pretty hard to kill even without the engine.
... Might be more than you even, if we can manage to wish you all human parts again somehow.
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About that. [ he searches her face. ] I'm fieldin' some opinions on this, but... you told me you got faith in Fa—... Scien, right? That he makes good on his promises?
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Yeah. Scien. [she's a little cautious, and then like she's remembering something:]
Did he offer you the Reliver thing too?
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Sure did. Did it for you too, huh?
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Before my wish worked out. [she shifts, easing up on her elbow this time to look at him properly.]
What d'you think of it?
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If I'm bein' honest... it sounds way too forkin' good to be true. Tryin' to see if there ain't some catch to it. I hardly know the guy.
[ he looks up at the ceiling. delulu... ]
He said he ain't expectin' nothin' back either. Just gotta wait until this cult mess is over with, is all.
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That's sort of what I thought. Too good to be true. And it made me feel itchy, but - I mostly didn't want to go from one metal heart to another.
[silence, for a second.]
I really don't think he'd be fucking with you on this. He's a shit, but he's an honest shit.
[this is said a little fondly.]
I guess the real question is would you go for it, if it was real. That's all your decision, love, it's your body.
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Yeah. Didn't feel like he was lyin' about it at all. I thought the same thing, 'bout goin' from metal to metal. Don't know a thing about bein' a Reliver, what the drawbacks are 'n such.
[ he thinks for a moment before looking back at her. ]
All I know is that I want what we got last Wednesday night. And if I get lucky enough, I wanna grow old with ya'. Don't care how I get it or who I gotta find to do it.
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I'll ask him more about the specifics. He's said he'll do whatever I ask, so it should be easy. [she kind of vaguely wonders if he offered boothill the chance because of her, but that feels too egotistical and so she doesn't say it.
as for the rest, she - funnily enough - flushes a little darker red? and leans down to steal a kiss because that last bit flusters her. he's so genuine and it's cute... it gets her every time.]
Yeah. I want that too. [...] Gods, I want that more than anything. A life full of - well, Wednesday nights.
[a little laugh.]
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[ boothill isn't surprised. karlach likely has plenty of those people in this place.
one of the conditions of scien's deal was "make karlach happy," so she was at least part of the reason... the rest of it seemed to be scien acting on his own principles.
but that flush of red quickly takes all of his attention. his eyelids fall shut and tilts his head to meet her kiss, his heartbeat leaping under her palm. when she draws back, he grins at her, lifting his other hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. ]
Whatever the lady wants, she gets. [ he sinks his fingers in her hair, drawing it back even more from her face. ] Not just 'cause I want it too.
[ he takes another kiss, shorter this time. ]
I'm thinkin' we should get off the floor here, maybe find somewhere else to chat.
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[all that affection, the fingers in her hair, makes her want to not get up off the floor, but she will! reluctantly, since she doesn't want him to stop, but he's right, they shouldn't just spoon on the ground in the middle of the mall. so. when he pulls away from the kiss, she absently runs her fingers over her bottom lip, still red. her tail swishes across the floor, and she leans over him to grab for his hat.
and puts it on her own head, minding her horns so she doesn't hurt it.]
Oh, right. Off the floor it is. [a beat.] Wait - I had something I wanted to give you, so we can go there?
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but fine, he's getting to his feet. he laughs once she puts his hat on her head again. ]
We gotta cut some holes in there, or at least get ya' your own. You still wear it better than me.
[ he takes her hand. ]
You got me a gift, huh? Lead the way.
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I'd wear a hat. You think I look good with one? I've always thought it was a little silly with the horns.
[laces their hands together, leading him off. off towards elysium, though she's careful because i rolled a one against the big daddies yesterday and she JUST promised she wouldn't go dying left and right.]
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You kiddin'? You seen yourself in the outfit you were wearin' to that party a few weeks ago? Had me floored. You wear hats just fine.
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Aw, I forgot you could see that. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been thinking of you. [...] Tempted to throw another party just to see you in a suit again.
[off they go - to the little tea room/garden place. she pauses when they're actually in it because she likes it here. it's green, and she always misses green.]
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[ these two are so gross....
anyway, they arrive and he's honestly surprised! but once they get in there and she's still for a bit, boothill smiles and takes a deep breath in. ]
Air's always a little fresher in this place. You like it here, huh?
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she squeezes his hand, at that.]
Yeah. You've seen - well, sort of, you've seen the Hells. This is the exact opposite. [tugs him over to one of the tables, and picks up bouquet that looks sort of like this but way less professional. she hesitates, and then:]
I feel like I should know your favorite flowers, and I'm sorry if you hate these, but --
[hands... it to him... nervously...]
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Karlach, this... I got no idea what to say.
[ he laughs softly. it's obvious, but he's never received a bouquet before in his life—nothing more than the daisies and dandelions handed to him by his orphaned siblings, by a little baby who crumpled them in her hands and smeared them in his palm.
it doesn't matter that these aren't professional. it's better that it isn't, in fact. he looks at karlach with that soft smile, chest full of warmth. ]
Who's the charmer now, huh? C'mere, beautiful.
[ he carefully keeps the bouquet in hand as he sinks his fingers in her hair and pulls her down for a deep, heavy, meaningful kiss. ]
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boothill looks up at her with that look on his face and she knows that it was silly to be nervous almost immediately. when he pulls her in, she settles in close, hands on his face, kissing him easy and slow, heart thudding in her ears. kisses him until she's breathless, and then pulls back just enough to rest her forehead against his.]
Oh, good, you like them. [she jokes, grinning.] Love you.
[her tail is just wriggling, she can't help herself.]
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he keeps a careful hand on his bouquet as he wraps his arm around her and draws her in. once she's within reach, he softly kisses her jaw and neck and collarbone. ]
I love you too. You know that.
[ he murmurs back, nosing into her neck. he smiles. ]
Imagine sayin' I don't like 'em. Gale and Astarion would strike down where I stand, and I'd be lyin' my behind off anyhow. Now I gotta find some way to get back at ya'.
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[the comment about gale and astarion makes her laugh, her head tilted to the side so he can kiss wherever he wants.]
They're so funny - I hope you don't mind too much, they're just protective. You tell me if they're too much, I'll whack them. [her dumb boys... fond.] Anyway, get me back however you'd like. I bet you can think of something.
[she noses at him to steal another kiss, and then just like - sways them back and forth? a little like an impromptu slow dance. when she's happy, she really can't stop moving. she wants to explore more eventually, but she's taking advantage of every single one of these moments.]
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You gonna give us a lil' song?
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