boothill / allstarz

[refractures]

this man gets censored like the david statue in dubai

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w3 monday

[refractures]

[ location void or you choose but boothill is blasted with memory 1 (ends at 7:35) and memory 2 (ends at 8:40).

Yippee! ]

[shirtbag]

[ it's location void time

wherever seo is, probably turned away and smoking(?), boothill turns to face him. he's a little disoriented but still in the glow of the happy little life he saw moments ago despite the chilly blackness that followed it.

he's gauging if seo had seen the same memory, if he had any reactions to it. he's also looking at his earrings. he says quietly, his voice a low and careful rasp: ]

... That was one long earring he had, from what I saw.

[refractures]

[ Seo is quiet, but he did see the same memory. He blows out smoke away from Boothill. ]

They were, yes.

[ His now! ]

[shirtbag]

[ boothill will come to wherever he is and lean on the nearest railing or table...... wherever they are ]

You end up tying the knot?

[refractures]

Yes, we got married.

[ He breathes out some more smoke while also leaning on the nearest railing. ]

He is... my one and only.

[shirtbag]

[ he briefly smiles. ]

And you've lived a long time, haven't ya? That's a while to only have one beau.

[refractures]

I can't imagine loving anyone else in the same way I did for him.

[ Seodore's oneitis... ]

And that's a promise.

[shirtbag]

That's awful sweet. Must be hard on ya too, I imagine.

[refractures]

[ Seo idly rubs at his ear where the earring hangs. ]

His death... wasn't really the hardest part, but it was one of them, yeah.

[ ... ]

What about you? I saw that you had a ring.

[shirtbag]

[ he's asking about that first part later.... and about the kid that looks like him ☝️

boothill looks at his ring and turns it on his finger. there's all kinds of dents and dings on it, but the sunflower head is somehow still in tact. ]

Promise ring for now, but we talked about later. She's got one too.

[ he lowers his hands. ]

...I think about her every minute. If the world's still turnin' out there in Faerun, she's probably worryin' her head off.

[refractures]

Does she know about these games?

[ And how Boothill ended up being W0 murderer again?? ]

[shirtbag]

Sure does. We met in the last one.

[ no one regrets being w0 murderer more than me ]

We both got our own business to take care of back where we came from, and if ya can't tell, my line of work ain't all sunshine and daisies. Could be she thinks I flew the coop somewhere.

[refractures]

[ flashbacks to when boothill went all rainbow on them

Seo nods. ]

At this point, I'm assuming most of our "businesses" are some sort of anti-sunshine and flowers. If she knows you well enough, I assume she'd think you have a good reason for leaving, or that it wasn't really your choice.

[ ... ]

From what I heard from Essek, you two seem to be really close.

[ TRUE LOVE PREVAILS!!!!!!!!! ]

[shirtbag]

[ GOD.... ]

Yeah, she knows me, but that ain't gonna stop her from blowin' a gasket, I think...

[ but now he is distracted bc he gets to be a wife guy ]

Close as anyone could be, I'd say! I'm mad about that woman! Fell the second I laid eyes on her. Seven whole feet of sunshine and hotter than a two dollar pistol.

[refractures]

[ He almost sputters. ]

Seven feet?! Both of you are so... tall...

[ jesus ]

[shirtbag]

Well, we both ain't human, for one thing.

[ speaking of that... ]

Then again, sounds like you might be the same, unless you know somethin' I don't.

[refractures]

I'm a 25-year-old human.

[ The response feels automatic with a bit of mixed feelings into it, but after a moment, Seo sighs. There's no use denying what's obvious, especially after what Boothill saw. ]

... I must be losing my touch, since barely anyone here is human at all. I got too comfortable.

[shirtbag]

[ boothill pauses, studying his face. ]

Ain't somethin' you wanna get comfortable with, is it?

[refractures]

... Despite everything that he knew about me, he called me human. That's... one thing I want to hold onto, if I can.

[ He knows what he is, but feelings are hard. ]

[shirtbag]

[ hmmm ]

Listen. I don't know ya that well, and I ain't gonna tell ya how to live your life. But ya got other things about him that stuck with ya, right? Is holdin' onto that doin' ya any good?

[refractures]

Yeah, because it means he loved me despite everything that I was, even if I...

[ His voice trails off, but he eventually laughs a little. ]

Of course I do! I have these~

[ He does a gentle hairflip hand gesture, but it's to his earrings. ]

[shirtbag]

That ain't what I mean and you know it.

[ sets a hand on his hip. ]

So... what are ya, then?

[ he asks this question carefully, looking at seo from beneath the brim of his hat. boothill isn't going to regard him any differently no matter what the truth may be. ]

[refractures]

A twenty-five year old human.

[ It doesn't look like he'll budge on this. The dedication Seodore has to his late husband is too strong... ]

[shirtbag]

[ SEO IT'S BEEN LIKE 95 YEARS. IT IS VERY LATE. ]

A twenty-five year-old... who's over a hundred years old, at least. And ya can time travel?

[refractures]

[ He just smiles and smiles...

...

Seodore slightly tilts his head. ]

Is it really that important to know the truth?