[ SITS UP. he has both hands braced over either edge of the coffin. he's huffing and puffing and swiveling his head around quickly before he spots karlach and stares dumbly.
[ he looks completely fine! his arm is back. he's completely in tact.
she might hear a little blip in his head and see a tiny flash in his eye. he shakes his head, looks back at her, and mouths her name again as he squeezes her hand.
then he looks frustrated! he pats his metal hand over his throat. ]
she frowns heavily, reaching further into the grave like she intends to pull him out of it. she winces a little because she probably got splash damaged by lucas, but she doesn't care.]
Your voice? [angry little tail lashes.] It's - that's alright. Come here.
no, no, no. he remembers now. lucas's rampage. karlach was there.
he lets go of her hand and presses on her shoulder, narrowing his eyes at her. stay put. it's easy enough for him to get to his feet and climb out of the grave.
he did just die, yes, but he's immediately looking over her for any injuries. ]
[ boothill can see that bruising, and he's careful not to touch it. he frowns before facing her again.
she just had to watch all of that happen. he doesn't know how everything with lucas ended, only that he saw him attacking and looking like a crazed animal. karlach got away mostly unscathed, which is all that he can ask for, but she was still a witness to the whole thing. she saw him bust open.
his determination melts into concern. he takes her face in both hands and looks her in the eye. talk to him. ]
[it's... a little nightmarish, thinking about it. it's almost worse, to be hardly injured at all but still come out of it with four people dead. especially with one of them being boothill, watching the splatter of blue blood and the wires screeching. maybe she was close enough that she still has some of it on her, who knows.
she opens her mouth, and then closes it. rests her hands on top of his.]
Don't. Be more concerned that you just died. [her jaw works a bit.] I'm sorry I didn't stop him in time.
[ boothill sighs through his nose, a small, exasperated gust of air, but there's relief in it too. how much worse would dying have been if karlach was wounded herself? if she had died again after already suffering so much last week?
he tries to say something, but nothing comes out. right. he can't speak. fudge.
he looks flatly at nothing before turning his attention back to her. he draws her down to him and kisses her mouth, her chin, the edge of her lips, her cheeks, her nose, between her eyebrows—soft, but hopefully it communicates that he's glad she's okay, and he knows she suffered too. she was standing close enough to be spattered with his blood. just how long was she waiting in the cemetery for him?
yes, the image of lucas that way is burned into his memory. being thrown was. a weird experience. just like shattering his arm and being crushed by a roller coaster. but he's alive now, though not without consequence. it's all right. ]
[it's so weird to not hear him speak, and it makes her a little fussy. she's shifting and fidgeting in place, tail still lashing.
but the kisses ease her shoulders up just a little bit. she's a little cold, having sat out here for however long it took. and after he's finished pressing that trail of kisses across her face, she tilts his up to hers so she can kiss him properly. he's here, and it's all right. death isn't permanent, which is a whole other thought that settles like lead in her chest.
when she pulls away, it's not very far.]
Get out of the dirt. [she huffs.] Can we go back to your room?
[ karlach that is so cute and het of you... he kisses her back, matching its depth and sweetness as best as he can. he drops one hand to her shoulder and uses the other to brush her hair behind her ear.
he can't help smiling. he's been told so many times that his voice and the way he talks is so confusing and grating 🥺 even if karlach feels this way too sometimes, the fact that she misses it at all is sweet.
boothill gets out of the dirt as instructed, takes her hand, kisses it, and leads them to the apartments. ]
Hate to do this to you while you can't talk, so - we can talk about it later. But I've got someone who might be willing to wish your body back?
[a pause.]
But that's up to you. Your body belongs to you. [she wants to make that very, very clear, because... well, he knows her past.
she's just thinking about it because she really did watch him get absolutely ripped to shreds, and the fact that it was wires exposed is the only reason she thinks she might be able to sleep tonight.]
[ he slows them to a stop. he grasps her arm and stares at her, eyes wide.
karlach immediately got her actual heard back when she made her wish. if someone would be willing to pass that wish into him, he could turn into a human again at nearly any point. he could hold her with flesh and bone again.
but there is one thing that stops him from immediately throwing his arms around her and kissing her breathless.
brows furrowed, he points to her. then he points to his eye, tapping his cheek underneath it. ]
[when he slows them to a stop, she looks at him, expression open. maybe a bit nervous. but he doesn't seem upset, so she just turns to him entirely, tilting her head.
and then, helplessly:]
Gods, I'm awful at this game, um. [a pause.] Do I what?
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hello??? where is he ]
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Hey, soldier. [there is a significant amount of relief in her voice, and worry.] You good? Let me see your arm.
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then he looks confused. he looks down and pauses for a second. standby. ]
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she looks at his arm, tilting it back and forth to make sure it's not shattered, and then holds his hand. a beat. waits patiently.]
Boothill. [worried... what did you lose...]
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she might hear a little blip in his head and see a tiny flash in his eye. he shakes his head, looks back at her, and mouths her name again as he squeezes her hand.
then he looks frustrated! he pats his metal hand over his throat. ]
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she frowns heavily, reaching further into the grave like she intends to pull him out of it. she winces a little because she probably got splash damaged by lucas, but she doesn't care.]
Your voice? [angry little tail lashes.] It's - that's alright. Come here.
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no, no, no. he remembers now. lucas's rampage. karlach was there.
he lets go of her hand and presses on her shoulder, narrowing his eyes at her. stay put. it's easy enough for him to get to his feet and climb out of the grave.
he did just die, yes, but he's immediately looking over her for any injuries. ]
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she's fine! she's bruised pretty heavily around her ribs but she has had so much worse.]
I'm fine, Boots, I wasn't the one that just got shredded. [she says, in a sort of stress-y tone.]
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she just had to watch all of that happen. he doesn't know how everything with lucas ended, only that he saw him attacking and looking like a crazed animal. karlach got away mostly unscathed, which is all that he can ask for, but she was still a witness to the whole thing. she saw him bust open.
his determination melts into concern. he takes her face in both hands and looks her in the eye. talk to him. ]
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she opens her mouth, and then closes it. rests her hands on top of his.]
Don't. Be more concerned that you just died. [her jaw works a bit.] I'm sorry I didn't stop him in time.
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he tries to say something, but nothing comes out. right. he can't speak. fudge.
he looks flatly at nothing before turning his attention back to her. he draws her down to him and kisses her mouth, her chin, the edge of her lips, her cheeks, her nose, between her eyebrows—soft, but hopefully it communicates that he's glad she's okay, and he knows she suffered too. she was standing close enough to be spattered with his blood. just how long was she waiting in the cemetery for him?
yes, the image of lucas that way is burned into his memory. being thrown was. a weird experience. just like shattering his arm and being crushed by a roller coaster. but he's alive now, though not without consequence. it's all right. ]
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but the kisses ease her shoulders up just a little bit. she's a little cold, having sat out here for however long it took. and after he's finished pressing that trail of kisses across her face, she tilts his up to hers so she can kiss him properly. he's here, and it's all right. death isn't permanent, which is a whole other thought that settles like lead in her chest.
when she pulls away, it's not very far.]
Get out of the dirt. [she huffs.] Can we go back to your room?
[a beat.]
Ugh, I already miss your voice.
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he can't help smiling. he's been told so many times that his voice and the way he talks is so confusing and grating 🥺 even if karlach feels this way too sometimes, the fact that she misses it at all is sweet.
boothill gets out of the dirt as instructed, takes her hand, kisses it, and leads them to the apartments. ]
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his voice is part of his charm! even with the silly censored cursing, she likes it - when it's loud and whooping, when it's low and soft.
as they're walking, she holds his hand very tightly. it is a relief to go hide away somewhere after all that, she thinks. what a night.]
... Hey, Boots. [she says, glancing at him.]
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he glances back, opening his mouth before remembering. he scowls before squeezing her hand and bumping their shoulders. ]
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[a pause.]
But that's up to you. Your body belongs to you. [she wants to make that very, very clear, because... well, he knows her past.
she's just thinking about it because she really did watch him get absolutely ripped to shreds, and the fact that it was wires exposed is the only reason she thinks she might be able to sleep tonight.]
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karlach immediately got her actual heard back when she made her wish. if someone would be willing to pass that wish into him, he could turn into a human again at nearly any point. he could hold her with flesh and bone again.
but there is one thing that stops him from immediately throwing his arms around her and kissing her breathless.
brows furrowed, he points to her. then he points to his eye, tapping his cheek underneath it. ]
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and then, helplessly:]
Gods, I'm awful at this game, um. [a pause.] Do I what?
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he thinks...
points at his forehead. then he bites at the air. yeah?? ]
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What? [she says, giggling.] Bones?
[bad guess]
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he looks frustrated (at himself)!!!
he takes karlach's neck, draws her down, taps at her cheek under her eye, then taps at her forehead. yeah??? ]
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Eye... skull. Eye... brain. Eye think? I think? [this is going to go on for hours] Are you asking me what I think? Sorry, that seems presumptuous.
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he shakes his head! he points at her forehead again and makes that biting motion!! ]
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This was the worst possible time to do this, huh. [she muses, tail swishing.]
Forehead bite. [NO] Can you write this down, somehow?
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