[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?
sorry she's just laughing because this is the stupidest roadblock, giggling helplessly]
Nooo, come here! [kisses his forehead.] You think I could say letters of the alphabet and you could nod when I hit the right letter? Get a word that way.
[she knows... he can't write or probably spell this is such a last ditch effort]
he starts drawing in the dirt, digging his finger in so it's clearly visible.
a worm! it has teeth! there's an arrow pointing from it to the head of stick figure karlach with her little horns (one broken one not) and her stringy tail
Sorry! Sorry. It's just been the least of my problems lately. [her engine was always going to explode far before the tadpole was an issue, she thinks.] I sort of forgot it was there.
[huff. she eases to crouch with him, looking sheepish.]
[ as soon as she's within reach, the moment the last syllable leaves her lips, he sets a hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek and presses a slow, deep kiss on her lips.
astarion told him to wait before talking with her about it, and hopefully this was long enough. if she's not worried about it, he won't be either. (not as much as he could be, anyway.)
regardless, he wants to communicate that he cares. the fact that she's been looking for a way to safely, quickly, and assuredly make that change for them makes his heart full to bursting. ]
[she takes that kiss easily enough, shifting so that she can kneel on the ground instead, one hand absently tangling into the front of his shirt. when they break away, she hums low, relaxed.]
Astarion told you, huh. Rat. [she says, fondly.
but, more importantly, she pulls him into a hug, tight and warm.]
I can tell the wishmaker whenever, see if they will. But even if we don't do it that way, or it never happens at all - I love you. I like you as you are.
[ karlach is the only one he can hold without fear of breaking her. he's not wearing his jackets or anything that might pad him up for her, but her hug tells him that's all right. she tells him she likes him as he is and he believes it.
so he hugs her back, lets her hold fill him with warmth. his hat falls gracelessly and of course he doesn't move to pick it up. he just kisses her shoulder and her neck. he wants to talk so badly, but they can do all of that later when his voice is back. he can just keep every word inside of him for now.
he leans back and draws her down for another kiss. he loves her so much!!! ]
[she's expecting that he's going to burst when he gets his voice back. she's looking forward to it, honestly. but until then, he settles into her hug, and she can practically feel him thinking how much he cares.
which is why she's okay just sitting in the dirt in the middle of town making out with him for like a good couple of moments, tail waving back and forth happily. she's embarrassingly in love and really does not care who sees it!!]
Okay. Out of the dirt, again. [she says finally, laughing.] Back to your room with us. Sleep off the charades.
[ he grins as they both push to their feet. he wipes the wet dirt from his knees and off of his fingers before he twines his fingers with karlach's again. he's happy and it shows.
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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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pulls out his phone and tries to speak into it
REMEMBERS THAT HE CANT
CRUMPLES TO THE GROUND ]
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sorry she's just laughing because this is the stupidest roadblock, giggling helplessly]
Nooo, come here! [kisses his forehead.] You think I could say letters of the alphabet and you could nod when I hit the right letter? Get a word that way.
[she knows... he can't write or probably spell this is such a last ditch effort]
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wait. idea!
he starts drawing in the dirt, digging his finger in so it's clearly visible.
a worm! it has teeth! there's an arrow pointing from it to the head of stick figure karlach with her little horns (one broken one not) and her stringy tail
yeah????? ]
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-- Oh! My tadpole! [IMMEDIATELY GETS IT FROM THIS] I'm not going to wish it out of my head. I can handle that when I'm home.
[a beat.]
... Wait, did I ever even mention that?
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no, she didn't! ]
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Sorry! Sorry. It's just been the least of my problems lately. [her engine was always going to explode far before the tadpole was an issue, she thinks.] I sort of forgot it was there.
[huff. she eases to crouch with him, looking sheepish.]
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astarion told him to wait before talking with her about it, and hopefully this was long enough. if she's not worried about it, he won't be either. (not as much as he could be, anyway.)
regardless, he wants to communicate that he cares. the fact that she's been looking for a way to safely, quickly, and assuredly make that change for them makes his heart full to bursting. ]
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Astarion told you, huh. Rat. [she says, fondly.
but, more importantly, she pulls him into a hug, tight and warm.]
I can tell the wishmaker whenever, see if they will. But even if we don't do it that way, or it never happens at all - I love you. I like you as you are.
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so he hugs her back, lets her hold fill him with warmth. his hat falls gracelessly and of course he doesn't move to pick it up. he just kisses her shoulder and her neck. he wants to talk so badly, but they can do all of that later when his voice is back. he can just keep every word inside of him for now.
he leans back and draws her down for another kiss. he loves her so much!!! ]
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which is why she's okay just sitting in the dirt in the middle of town making out with him for like a good couple of moments, tail waving back and forth happily. she's embarrassingly in love and really does not care who sees it!!]
Okay. Out of the dirt, again. [she says finally, laughing.] Back to your room with us. Sleep off the charades.
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off they go to sleep off the charades!! ]