[ HELP he has probably looked deeply into her eyes. so many times by now. we're going to say the lighting and angle were never right somehow so i don't have to retcon him seeing her tadpole while they boned ]
Holy forkin' shirtballs. Mighty risky, sharin' minds like that if you ever met those cult bastards.
[ he shakes his head. HE DOES NOT ENVY THEM but more than that, he wishes he could fix things for them. there is probably a galaxy ranger whose forte is surgery (without turning you into a cyborg) but he has no idea where they are. ]
Gale's from back in time, you said? You sure it's all right if you go back like that? Ain't gonna speed up the process none?
[THAT IS FAIR TO SAY HELP. honestly if it weren't for volo somehow seeing it in camp i'd say it was invisible to the naked eye but.]
Nah. It's frozen, so as long as our little friend is concentrating we'll be fine.
[at least she's not worried about that much...]
I'll be okay! I've got my heart back, I'm not going to let some worm ruin that. [she shifts, pressing a kiss to his cheek.] You won't show up to our camp and I'm a fucking squid. Promise.
[ boothill gives a little scoff through his nose, a little laugh, and he turns his cheek to accept the kiss. before she can draw away fully, he turns his head and steals a quick kiss from her mouth. ]
Be just about as bad as that face you got in that mirror we looked at. You know the one.
[ Karly.
he searches her face quietly for a moment before ending that pause with a sigh. ]
Worse comes to worst, though... I ain't saying' it'll happen, but... Guess I'd have to figure out how to kiss a squid.
the kiss, as usual, makes her heart skip a beat, even if it's quick! and since this is endgame week technically he'll feel it because the emotionshare is still going.
also, she does in fact know the face he's referring to and she groans, her head thudding back against the couch. so help her gods if she ever has to see karly or the clowns again she'll have a lot of very stern rude words to say.
but then he says that, and she lifts her head to look at him like, absolutely startled by this. a beat.]
Wait, really? [this is just boothill would you still love her if she was a worm] ... You wouldn't have to. I wouldn't expect that, Boots. It's - not going to happen, but still.
[ i have to match your cute icons somehow π₯Ί touches karlach's face in this one
it's strange to feel that little ping of delight and then talk about squid kissing moments after, but here they are. she looks startled at him, and after she talks, he looks startled at her. they are spiderman pointing meme for a second before he furrows his brows. ]
What? [ ... ] You didn't think I was gonna leave ya' just for that, did ya'?
long pause. there's a lot she could say to that - like yes, maybe, or if I did, I don't know that I'd be able to face you, but she doesn't say either. instead, her chest gets all twisty and tight.]
Wouldn't blame you if you did, I guess. I don't know how much I'd still be me.
[ ah. that air of levity dissipates. he touched a sore spot—something she may not want to consider happening, he supposes, or something close to that.
he takes her cheek in hand and searches her face worriedly. ]
If you're still Karlach at all, it don't matter how you look. I know I made a stink about when we were back at that muddle-fudgin' mirror, but you know I mean that.
[ he cranes his head and kisses between her horns. ]
You wanna turn back? We'd find a way, maybe with that polymorph spell or whatever. We got Scien too. Point is I lived without you this long. Ain't no way I'd walk away now that I got you, tentacles or whatever.
[her tail flicks, but not in an anxious way, when he kisses between her horns. it's comforting.
again, there's so much she could say about it - that she's not sure she'd have a soul, or that it'd be possible to turn back. the mind flayer that she'd be would have her memories and her personality, but she's not so sure that it'd be her. just a gross, horrific imitation of her.
but he doesn't need to know any of that, she thinks, because she does not intend to be turned. she's not going to scare him into thinking there's any chance of her leaving him, whether it's death or squid or anything, because in her mind, there is not anything that could wrench her away from the home she's planning for the both of them.
and what he says is so very, very sweet, and she just - laughs, but not meanly. it's actually kind of warbly, emotional. karlach rests a hand over his, keeping it pressed against her cheek.]
What'd I do to deserve you, huh? [she asks, tugging him a little bit so he's more firmly in her lap.] I'm not gonna be a squid, sweet thing. Not now that I've got my heart, and definitely not now that I've got you.
But I hope you know how much that means to me. That you'd stick with me no matter what form.
[ oh, he sees that. he'll remember to kiss her between her horns more often...
he lets her guide him closer, though he keeps his hand at her cheek as long as she holds it in place. he's smiling, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. ]
'Course I would, sweetheart. [ and not just because she said she'd feel the same about him too, metal or flesh or what have you. ] I know you ain't about to lose to some muddle-fudgin' fish-faced cult fudger. You show that son of a nice lady some tough love for me.
[the string of curses gets her to grin - she's gotten pretty good at just substituting them in her head for the actual words. she thinks that it's going to be wild to hear him actually get to swear, in the future, and something in her warms at the thought.
it warms further at sweetheart, and there's a little burst of affection and love that she feels, looking at him smile at her. kisses and pet names, her favorite...]
That cult's not going to know what hit 'em. Smear on the ground when I'm finished. [she says, with a half-grin. and then - after easing them down into the couch a little further, she asks:]
... What about you, then? What sort of future are you hoping for?
[ 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. ]
[she listens in content, eyes lidded as he moves in closer. it's a little catlike the way she noses at him when he settles his forehead against her own - she can't help it. sitting still is such a hard thing for her to do in general, but after today, this is all she wants. one more night of doing nothing at all before they have to go back to fixing things.
but boothill tells her that he wants what she does, an easier, gentler life, and she sighs, arms wrapped tightly around him.]
You know - Gortash won't be dead, if I go back to Gale's timeline. [a beat.] If you want to be there when we face him again, I want you there.
[just about as much as she wants to be there when he finally gets his revenge on oswaldo schneider, actually. but the rest gets her meet him the rest of the way when he tilts his head - she kisses him, bringing a hand up to rest against the side of his face. it's a slow, sticky sort of thing, affectionate and languid, like she just wants to lazily make out with him for the sake of doing it. like they've got all the time in the world.
and between those kisses, she murmurs against his lips, just for the two of them.]
Mad, right? To think that's in our reach. [another kiss.] Like that night at the beach, every day, for as long as we live.
[a beat. she runs her fingers over the ring she gave him.]
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Holy forkin' shirtballs. Mighty risky, sharin' minds like that if you ever met those cult bastards.
[ he shakes his head. HE DOES NOT ENVY THEM but more than that, he wishes he could fix things for them. there is probably a galaxy ranger whose forte is surgery (without turning you into a cyborg) but he has no idea where they are. ]
Gale's from back in time, you said? You sure it's all right if you go back like that? Ain't gonna speed up the process none?
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Nah. It's frozen, so as long as our little friend is concentrating we'll be fine.
[at least she's not worried about that much...]
I'll be okay! I've got my heart back, I'm not going to let some worm ruin that. [she shifts, pressing a kiss to his cheek.] You won't show up to our camp and I'm a fucking squid. Promise.
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Be just about as bad as that face you got in that mirror we looked at. You know the one.
[ Karly.
he searches her face quietly for a moment before ending that pause with a sigh. ]
Worse comes to worst, though... I ain't saying' it'll happen, but... Guess I'd have to figure out how to kiss a squid.
[ because he would do that for her. ]
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the kiss, as usual, makes her heart skip a beat, even if it's quick! and since this is endgame week technically he'll feel it because the emotionshare is still going.
also, she does in fact know the face he's referring to and she groans, her head thudding back against the couch. so help her gods if she ever has to see karly or the clowns again she'll have a lot of very stern rude words to say.
but then he says that, and she lifts her head to look at him like, absolutely startled by this. a beat.]
Wait, really? [this is just boothill would you still love her if she was a worm] ... You wouldn't have to. I wouldn't expect that, Boots. It's - not going to happen, but still.
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it's strange to feel that little ping of delight and then talk about squid kissing moments after, but here they are. she looks startled at him, and after she talks, he looks startled at her. they are spiderman pointing meme for a second before he furrows his brows. ]
What? [ ... ] You didn't think I was gonna leave ya' just for that, did ya'?
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long pause. there's a lot she could say to that - like yes, maybe, or if I did, I don't know that I'd be able to face you, but she doesn't say either. instead, her chest gets all twisty and tight.]
Wouldn't blame you if you did, I guess. I don't know how much I'd still be me.
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he takes her cheek in hand and searches her face worriedly. ]
If you're still Karlach at all, it don't matter how you look. I know I made a stink about when we were back at that muddle-fudgin' mirror, but you know I mean that.
[ he cranes his head and kisses between her horns. ]
You wanna turn back? We'd find a way, maybe with that polymorph spell or whatever. We got Scien too. Point is I lived without you this long. Ain't no way I'd walk away now that I got you, tentacles or whatever.
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again, there's so much she could say about it - that she's not sure she'd have a soul, or that it'd be possible to turn back. the mind flayer that she'd be would have her memories and her personality, but she's not so sure that it'd be her. just a gross, horrific imitation of her.
but he doesn't need to know any of that, she thinks, because she does not intend to be turned. she's not going to scare him into thinking there's any chance of her leaving him, whether it's death or squid or anything, because in her mind, there is not anything that could wrench her away from the home she's planning for the both of them.
and what he says is so very, very sweet, and she just - laughs, but not meanly. it's actually kind of warbly, emotional. karlach rests a hand over his, keeping it pressed against her cheek.]
What'd I do to deserve you, huh? [she asks, tugging him a little bit so he's more firmly in her lap.] I'm not gonna be a squid, sweet thing. Not now that I've got my heart, and definitely not now that I've got you.
But I hope you know how much that means to me. That you'd stick with me no matter what form.
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he lets her guide him closer, though he keeps his hand at her cheek as long as she holds it in place. he's smiling, stroking his thumb over her cheekbone. ]
'Course I would, sweetheart. [ and not just because she said she'd feel the same about him too, metal or flesh or what have you. ] I know you ain't about to lose to some muddle-fudgin' fish-faced cult fudger. You show that son of a nice lady some tough love for me.
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it warms further at sweetheart, and there's a little burst of affection and love that she feels, looking at him smile at her. kisses and pet names, her favorite...]
That cult's not going to know what hit 'em. Smear on the ground when I'm finished. [she says, with a half-grin. and then - after easing them down into the couch a little further, she asks:]
... What about you, then? What sort of future are you hoping for?
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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. ]
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but boothill tells her that he wants what she does, an easier, gentler life, and she sighs, arms wrapped tightly around him.]
You know - Gortash won't be dead, if I go back to Gale's timeline. [a beat.] If you want to be there when we face him again, I want you there.
[just about as much as she wants to be there when he finally gets his revenge on oswaldo schneider, actually. but the rest gets her meet him the rest of the way when he tilts his head - she kisses him, bringing a hand up to rest against the side of his face. it's a slow, sticky sort of thing, affectionate and languid, like she just wants to lazily make out with him for the sake of doing it. like they've got all the time in the world.
and between those kisses, she murmurs against his lips, just for the two of them.]
Mad, right? To think that's in our reach. [another kiss.] Like that night at the beach, every day, for as long as we live.
[a beat. she runs her fingers over the ring she gave him.]
And our big party we've got to plan, too.