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. ]
he lets that sweet song soak in as they move, sometimes keeping his cheek on her shoulder, other times pressing light kisses to her neck. he could fall asleep as they are, but he stays awake to hear every sound.
at the end of it, he kisses her throat. ]
Don't know what you're on about, sayin' you can't sing. You've got a voice like birdsong, gorgeous as you are.
[she likes feeling him relax the longer she holds him, bringing a hand up to stroke through his hair absently. sleepy means he's comfortable, and that warms her in a way she can't express.]
You are biased, handsome. [she says, amused.] But thanks. Haven't forgotten you promised to play guitar, either, I want to see that.
Maybe teach me how? Or show me how to carve better, I've been working on it.
[ they're just going to be here like this for hours if she keeps this up....
right after we lost you hits him right where it hurts, but that's not her fault. he lifts his head, holds her chin, and presses a slow kiss against her lips. ]
...I am sorry I made you do what you did in that graveyard.
[ he runs his thumb over her cheek. ]
I'd take it back if I could. Find some other way. I don't know.
[she's going to end up having to carry him back to their room at this point, not that she minds,]
I know you would. [soft.] Would've rather it been me than one of the littles.
[which is true - and a convenient way to dodge around the fact that she wishes she hadn't had to do it either. so many people came to her after all of it like, you must have been relieved that you were the one to do it, and she'd just twisted in on herself and nodded. yeah. better that it was her.
she takes that kiss, and tucks his hair behind his ear.]
You haven't got to apologize. You're here with me now, and we've got plans to see the stars. That's more important.
[ when karlach arrived, he has taken his letter to her from the mailbox—the one that said what he's already saying now. I'm sorry that I made you do it. I never should have done that to you. something along those lines, he remembers. ]
There weren't only littles out there.
[ he could have been taken out by anyone—someone who barely knew him, who didn't care for him at all. at least she wouldn't have the memory of driving a chainsaw through her lover's heart. at least she would have had the option to close her eyes, to not be dragged by zariel and the living, dead bodies of her friends.
he takes her face in both hands, takes another kiss. he looks pained. ]
No... Karlach, I owe you this much. Let me say I'm sorry. I never should've put you through what I did. That's important.
[ another kiss. ]
I'm gonna make all of it up to you from now on. Okay?
[she eases into his hands like always, resting her hands on his hips, his waist, just to steady herself.]
Okay. [she says, after a moment. it's important, he says. she thinks about her own struggle with forgiveness, and how necessary it's been to get everything out and on the table. to let the chapter be finished. she lets him say sorry, and she feels it. lets it sit with her, warm, like weight being lifted even just slightly.]
Apology accepted. [she says, gently bonking her forehead against his.] And I believe you. You're already making it up to me.
[a little smile.]
... I've really never met someone like you before.
[ the little bonk is always reassuring. her next words surprise him into silence, his eyes wide as he leans back to look at her. then he smiles even wider than before.
he smooths one hand through her hair and lowers the other to her waist. ]
You know, I thought that since I first saw you. For obvious reasons, but for some not so obvious too. You ain't like anyone I've ever met either. Just gets more true every day.
Think most people thought that when I got here. [she jokes.] I haven't been stabbed for it anymore, at least.
[totally normal things to joke about]
It's - just nice to have someone who reminds me to put myself first sometimes. That's all.
[there's a little flicker of the fog, the alternate memories easing in as she's standing here swaying back and forth with him.
a world where oswaldo schneider and enver gortash are dead, the awful and evil things they've both done aired out for the entire universe to see, to know two men who destroyed worlds were held accountable. clear blue skies, a wild and vibrant field of green, and a little home at the edge of it. and inside that home, a red tiefling with a real, beating heart, being twirled in the early hours of the morning by a cyborg turned human, tanned skin and bright eyes. they're resting, recuperating between adventures, getting ready for the next bounty they're after, but taking their time to enjoy the sunlight coming through the window.
it's just that - there isn't any more to it, but for a second, as it fades, karlach has to remind herself that they're still dead. what a dream, though. much nicer than clown hell.]
[ by the time the clown-less, hell-less dream has ended, boothill's stopped them from swaying, standing them still in the middle of the floor. for a moment he's still far away into this dream, wanting to step into it, for it to be real. instead they're back in elysium, in the little tea break room. he feels the cold cage of his body beneath him, warm only where it presses against her skin. they're not in that sunlit cottage in a field of green. not yet, but maybe someday. it's the warmest, sweetest dream he's had in ages.
he holds her cheek and squeezes her waist, finally pulling himself back into reality. ]
You saw that, right? [ he says softly. his chest feels tight. his heart feels wound like a spring, ready to burst. he wants that vision to be real. ] It ain't just me?
[she says, a little breathless, and just pulls him into a hug instead. she feels like it's obvious that's what she wants. maybe so much she manifested a whole set of memories to go with it, who knows.
she buries her face against his hair, closing her eyes. muffled:]
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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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[she says, laughing, but - she goes where he leads, happily enough.]
What d'you want me to sing?
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[ he kisses the side of her neck. ]
Sing me one of your tavern songs. Slow one, if you got it. Hum if you want.
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[still swaying back and forth, she thinks - and then starts humming - sometimes she sings the lyrics, but mostly it's humming.]
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he lets that sweet song soak in as they move, sometimes keeping his cheek on her shoulder, other times pressing light kisses to her neck. he could fall asleep as they are, but he stays awake to hear every sound.
at the end of it, he kisses her throat. ]
Don't know what you're on about, sayin' you can't sing. You've got a voice like birdsong, gorgeous as you are.
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You are biased, handsome. [she says, amused.] But thanks. Haven't forgotten you promised to play guitar, either, I want to see that.
Maybe teach me how? Or show me how to carve better, I've been working on it.
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Yeah? Got some guitars in that bar at the mall. I'll teach ya' anythin' you want.
[ he smiles wider. ]
I saw a few things you might've carved yourself. That duck yours?
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[wraps her arms around him a little more snugly, half supporting him up.]
Aqua showed me the basics, right after we lost you. It was nice.
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right after we lost you hits him right where it hurts, but that's not her fault. he lifts his head, holds her chin, and presses a slow kiss against her lips. ]
...I am sorry I made you do what you did in that graveyard.
[ he runs his thumb over her cheek. ]
I'd take it back if I could. Find some other way. I don't know.
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I know you would. [soft.] Would've rather it been me than one of the littles.
[which is true - and a convenient way to dodge around the fact that she wishes she hadn't had to do it either. so many people came to her after all of it like, you must have been relieved that you were the one to do it, and she'd just twisted in on herself and nodded. yeah. better that it was her.
she takes that kiss, and tucks his hair behind his ear.]
You haven't got to apologize. You're here with me now, and we've got plans to see the stars. That's more important.
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There weren't only littles out there.
[ he could have been taken out by anyone—someone who barely knew him, who didn't care for him at all. at least she wouldn't have the memory of driving a chainsaw through her lover's heart. at least she would have had the option to close her eyes, to not be dragged by zariel and the living, dead bodies of her friends.
he takes her face in both hands, takes another kiss. he looks pained. ]
No... Karlach, I owe you this much. Let me say I'm sorry. I never should've put you through what I did. That's important.
[ another kiss. ]
I'm gonna make all of it up to you from now on. Okay?
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Okay. [she says, after a moment. it's important, he says. she thinks about her own struggle with forgiveness, and how necessary it's been to get everything out and on the table. to let the chapter be finished. she lets him say sorry, and she feels it. lets it sit with her, warm, like weight being lifted even just slightly.]
Apology accepted. [she says, gently bonking her forehead against his.] And I believe you. You're already making it up to me.
[a little smile.]
... I've really never met someone like you before.
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he smooths one hand through her hair and lowers the other to her waist. ]
You know, I thought that since I first saw you. For obvious reasons, but for some not so obvious too. You ain't like anyone I've ever met either. Just gets more true every day.
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[totally normal things to joke about]
It's - just nice to have someone who reminds me to put myself first sometimes. That's all.
[there's a little flicker of the fog, the alternate memories easing in as she's standing here swaying back and forth with him.
a world where oswaldo schneider and enver gortash are dead, the awful and evil things they've both done aired out for the entire universe to see, to know two men who destroyed worlds were held accountable. clear blue skies, a wild and vibrant field of green, and a little home at the edge of it. and inside that home, a red tiefling with a real, beating heart, being twirled in the early hours of the morning by a cyborg turned human, tanned skin and bright eyes. they're resting, recuperating between adventures, getting ready for the next bounty they're after, but taking their time to enjoy the sunlight coming through the window.
it's just that - there isn't any more to it, but for a second, as it fades, karlach has to remind herself that they're still dead. what a dream, though. much nicer than clown hell.]
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he holds her cheek and squeezes her waist, finally pulling himself back into reality. ]
You saw that, right? [ he says softly. his chest feels tight. his heart feels wound like a spring, ready to burst. he wants that vision to be real. ] It ain't just me?
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[she says, a little breathless, and just pulls him into a hug instead. she feels like it's obvious that's what she wants. maybe so much she manifested a whole set of memories to go with it, who knows.
she buries her face against his hair, closing her eyes. muffled:]
Almost felt real for a minute.
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