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[godofdust]

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[forkeroni]

[Sorry for the mess.

He keeps himself relaxed so she can get under those chest plates. Boothill didn't exactly look convinced by her words, the kiss didn't make it any more convincing either.]

Bravery had nothin' to do with it. Just one lucky son of a nice lady who couldn't save a little girl again.

[He knew Tribbie's appearance belied her real age. But, he just couldn't see past her actual appearance. She reminded him too much of Clementine.

He sighed again, taking Guizhong by the wrist and pulling her close again, into his lap. The blood can wait for now.]

'Venturine's gone, too. Castorice was the first to fall.

[He held her tight.]

Can' even cry for 'em. Just gotta sit an' wait for them to come back in the floweryard.

[godofdust]

[She lets out a little noise when he pulls her in, as if startled, but doesn't resist. Her brow furrows, her arms wrapping around him and one hand threading into his hair.]

What can I do?

[What can she do, except be here?]

[forkeroni]

[He knew this wasn't the best place to do this, naked on the bathroom floor. Boothill really didn't know how to deal with this, especially with the concept of the dead returning. It made him jealous. He was jealous of a lot of things, in fact. But, this was perhaps the biggest one. A seemingly dying world where people didn't stay dead.

He curled up around Guizhong, long legs keeping her pressed close to him as he kept his arms around her.]

Don't go no where. I ain't no lone ranger no more, not with you, not with 'Venturine... so, don't go no where.

[Where could she go, besides home, where she was already dead? Boothill wasn't looking forward to that day. He knew to cherish what he had while he had it. He held her tighter, metal digits gently carressing her skin, still slightly damp from the bath and steam.

He buried his face into her warm, damp neck, committing her scent to memory, the feel her skin and the sound of her voice.]

[godofdust]

... I won't.

[She can't promise that. She knows she can't. But for right now, for this moment when he needs her, she can.

The firm metal of his limbs and torso doesn't bother her. If it did, they would certainly never have got this far. She gives up trying to keep the towel wrapped around her body while he's holding on to her like this and lets it slip as it will in favour of returning the hold he has on her just as tightly.]

Let's go to bed, mm? I'm going to get cold.